Imagine then, oh horror of horrors … the car crash of shame!

Yesterday each different brush whispered a memory on the contours of your canvas …. unlocking the confidence and beauty that you had inside anyway but shone more brightly through the charmed lenses of “Sunset Bronze” and “Honey”.

As a single parent of four mum certainly had a lot on her plate and very little support it being the late 1970s and all. In fact, she was spurned by neighbours, supposed friends and some family for not staying committed to a loveless marriage and...

“But it’s not about stuff!” they said, “it’s about the people, the human connection and being there.”

Nicolle Mitchell explores the ethics of touch, consent and boundaries as a modern therapist