Marcelle King, 63, Poole, Dorset
Rubbing a blob of anti-wrinkle cream into my face, I sighed. ‘Oh, what’s the point?’ I said, frowning at my reflection.
It was going to take a darn sight more than a jar of £7 face cream to shift these crow’s feet!
My hubby Roger, 65, rolled his eyes.
But the truth was, at 58, I was starting to look my age.
It was July 2013, and with a demanding job as a dog behaviourist, I was in and out of people’s homes.
I needed to feel confident.
So when I saw an advert for Botox injections online, I paused, tempted.
Before I knew it, I’d booked an appointment.
‘Please tell me you’ve checked them out properly?’ Roger said, when I told him.
‘Well, not…