The kettle clicked and the flat was still, a thin grey London morning pressing against the windows. I opened a soft, mustard ...
Your lunchtime fringe flop might not be a humidity thing, or a “my hair just hates me” thing. It could be the brush you ...
Your bathroom shelf is starting to look like a beauty counter. Acids, retinoids, oils, toners — all promising radiance, often ...
The sky over the UK does this a lot — darkens by lunchtime, drums the windows, and traps families inside. That’s when the day ...
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