On that point, we need to return to the little make-up bag momentarily. You see, I didn’t give you the full picture at the beginning. Bobbi spends one of the 36 hours she’s in London with me. She has meetings, manages to see some friends, then heads to Paris with her husband. It is dark season, so the sun isn’t responsible for her appearing so full of life and health, and now I know it’s not layers of make-up, so ask how she does it. “Well, I’m happy, I’m curious, and there’s still a spark. When you lose any of those things when you get older it’s awful. I can visualise myself at 80. I want to be able to hop on a plane with my granddaughter and go to Paris. I want to be able to walk up and down the stairs without holding on. But also I know my face and what’s best about me is my skin. I’ve got lines, but I’m fine with them. I just know where to put products to make myself not look tired.”
