This is your maddest move yet,” my friend Hayley messaged me when I told her I was planning to go to the Edinburgh Fringe festival in disguise to avoid my exes.
“What do you mean?” I frowned, studying the photo I’d just sent her of me with a baseball cap pulled down low over my eyes, a pair of fake, black-rimmed glasses, and a gilet (because anyone who knows me knows I would never wear a gilet). I was still considering a wig – or maybe just a fringe wig, but wasn’t sure I could find one that looked realistic enough. I’d ruled out shaving my head, at least, or bleaching my black hair blonde – there simply wasn’t time.
