I wander out of the bedroom feeling refreshed, robed and a tad pink from my bath and DIY beauty treatments for the last hour. Figuring if I pampered the crap out of myself, I would both feel better physically, look a hell of a lot better, and it would drag my mind from the ever-obsessive head mess that is Alexi Carrero. I feel calmer, more focused and determined not to let that man have a long-term effect on me, yet I’m still sombre. Yawning, still exhausted, I wander into the almost ...