Immaturity is

..two forty somethings laughing at a pair of plums....and fighting over who gets to take their photo under them first.

Today was the day Tess and I had our first experience of getting our barnets done at home by my namesake hairdresser. Which meant I was up at 6am to tidy my house to make it just about fit for a visit. Just. And later, sitting under many many foils, to cover the many many grays, it felt like that scene from Beauty School drop out in Grease. with Dave serving bacon butties (and fakin bacon burnt offerings, but we won't mention that too much).The poor BT man that was there to try and solve our internet problem (and bring harmony to the house after nye on a year of Dave "gamer" Stuart losing the rag if any of us were on the Internet) didn't know what to make of this household of hairdressers, crazy curls and mad dogs.

As for my namesake hairdresser, she is one of life's rare characters, should have been famous I feel, her life story could fill a best selling page turner.