My God, it was a quiet, lazy week. I spent most of it eating homemade ravioli and drinking robust red wines from Italy. It was very pleasant, I must say.

But let me go back to Monday and tell you what happened. Didn’t I grab a figary and wander into Conlemany, an organic Italian hairdresser in Dún Laoghaire for an indulgent treat. My blond stubble is so full of salt from swimming that it almost stands on its own.