In Tesco's

In Tesco’s the check-out lady has shaved all her hair off. She is laughing: “Everyone is looking at me. My husband can’t believe it. I told him – I want a new beginning,” she announces, not only to me but to the whole store. “Well I think you look terrific,” I say. “You go girl!” pipes up a man in the neighbouring queue. I feel like ripping my wig off in solidarity but I resist. This show doesn’t need two leading ladies.