Regular Sunday Service readers (hi mum!) may recall I got the fright of my life earlier this year, when an infra-red scan awarded my hair a health score of 40%. Not good.
At the time, I vowed to chop off the dead weight, follow my own beauty editor advice on hair masks - i.e. actually use them - then return, avenger-like, my strong, shimmering head of hair resplendent with good health. Or at the very least, not screaming for help.
