Under the knife or injection? That’s the trending question
It was just a brief glimpse in the wing mirror of the family station wagon that elicited the murmur of horror.
A couple of previously endearing crows’ feet had been joined by a troupe of deep facial rivulets, the fiord in the brow was now more a crevasse than a crease.
Welcome to your 40s, the wing mirror silently screamed, where the rigours of life run deep!