Cat Nap at the Kitty Ritz

What is it with cats? Each time I pinpoint and stock up on Sasha's favourite brand of nosh, he changes his mind! He tricked me into buying a multi-pack box of Felix (tick), Senior (tick), meat selection (tick) in Jelly (tick). It's called 'As Good as it Looks'. Hamish remarked "...but it looks like ***t - Sasha must have overheard.

Hamish's girlfriend is coming back from skiing tomorrow. He was anxious to get a haircut in preparation. I promised that I'd make an appointment with Suzanne for this evening but forgot. After calling in at several of the numerous hairdressers/barbers on our way up the Perth road, H managed to find a slot in a newish place. I left him while I dropped off S, delivered shopping to GP, and raced home to put our supper in the oven. When I returned to pick H up, he was still waiting for the chop and so I sat down and took in the 'we don't care but do stare' feel of the place.

Alarm bells started ringing when H's haircut was preceeded by a frenzied hair straightening session to 'make it easier'. When I suggested that the hairdresser wet his hair instead, I received a look which made me wonder if I she'd mistaken me for Ena Sharples and I immediately apologised. She kept looking at me and talking while hacking into H's hair. I repeatedly turned away, hoping she'd focus on her scissors and the task in hand. Within minutes H began to resemble a New Romantic band member on a bad day. His initial unspoken communication with me went from 'Please don't embarrass me mother' to 'Help me, I'm about to be dumped'. This was enough for me to intervene...Ena Sharples would have been impressed!


I received an email from Russ in Cape Town informing me of his new job title - I feel VERY proud of him and happy.