I cannot believe that less than a month ago my greatest concern was that my hairdresser had gone on holiday, just as I needed my colour done before going on TV.
Now I’m waiting to see what colour I really am! But for the first time since I made my stage debut aged three more than 80 years ago, I couldn’t care less about my hair.
All the trivial normalities of my life, like everybody else’s, have suddenly disappeared. Surely nothing in history has ever moved as fast or disrupted lives so swiftly as the coronavirus.
I’m an old chorus girl and a wartime babe. My childhood memories include being buried in an avalanche of black-market tinned peas while sheltering from bombs under the cellar stairs.