Make-up and clothes.

The only two things in life that can take away all my problems.

Foundation, concealer, mascara and a fresh coat of lipstick along with a long sleeved turtle-neck jumper, jeans and boots.

It's boring, nothing glamorous, but it does the job.

I look at myself in the mirror and see an old, ragged woman.

I used to be so full of life, so happy.

My eyes drift down to the fresh red bruise on my left cheekbone.

That's fine, I can pass that off as blusher.

But before I do that, I better go and make Hardy another sandwich.

I won't put butter in this one.

EUGH, what on Earth is that noise?

It sounds like a herd of elephants hurtling through the front door.

Is that a woman's voice?

The sound of a woman giggling followed by a muffled "Shh" coming from Hardy tells me he's just brought another woman home.

It doesn't matter. He's with me and like he says, no one else would have me anyway.