CurlGirl

Earlier this week CarbBoy had the long threatened/promised haircut, and today was TallGirl's turn. She has a complicated relationship with her hair, having inherited my curls and Mr B's obscenely thick hair. (A few years ago a hairdresser found a twig in her hair, and that was after we'd both had a really good go at combing it...)

Now, boys' hair - thanks to YouTube videos - has come on a lot in terms of home-cutting since the pudding bowl styles of my youth, but reducing and layering teenage hair for a friz-phobe is trickier. It is possible that the builder arriving (early) when I'd just asked her to hold the top bit out of the way was badly timed (she held it for an admirably long time - her only complaint being "I could have been getting on with my homework), but I think it will be ok... Next time I will be bolder with the thinning (who am I kidding? Next time I'll insist on a proper hairdresser.)

In other news, two new mobiles in the house and tomorrow I may pluck up the courage to cut down my SIM card so it fits and I have a phone that works a bit, until my new card arrives and I will have a phone that gets reception even in the house. CarbBoy, meanwhile, is entranced by his phone. Mainly the extreme redness of it (literally his only requirement).

Meanwhile, Mr B jetted over our heads (nearly) today for a work do in southern Spain. Hasta la vista.