Hair is everything

to quote Fleabag.  

After a morning in the house, railing at John Lewis, or myself for the fact that the beds delivered for the tenants weren’t going to be installed even though I distinctly remembered ticking the box for that to happen.   And chucking bags of mindless rubbish out.  Why is there always a broken toy in the final inventory? In this case the head of a troll with blue hair in the back of the garden. I should have blipped that! 

And so it was with joy that I finally went off to my old hairdresser after the car crash of the one I went to a month ago.  And felt restored.  Cool peaceful place too, annoyingly close to my old house but further from my office.   If we ever get back there….

Hair is everything