Hanging freshly washed sheets on the line, I struggled to put the pegs in place.
That’s strange. Why aren’t you working? I thought, looking down at my hands.
I must be tired, I decided.
Aged 37, working long hours in my hair salon and a single mum to three children, Jaydnne, then 16, Reece, 10, and Melissa, three, I was exhausted.
Trimming a client’s hair a few weeks later, I was frustrated as I struggled to move my thumb in and out of the
