I've had me hair cut. Just the one. It's the long one that grows out of me left nostril. I was going to have the one in my right ear cut as well but I couldn't afford it. Honestly, this credit crunch is affecting us terribly.
My hairdresser (well she says she is) did her best. Bless her. She wears orange trousers and I'm sure she works part time on the bins, but what can you do?
She coloured my friends hair last week. I thought Green was an interesting colour, but as she used to be blonde it was an improvement. "Do you do this for a living" my friend asked, in a very blonde and fluffy way. "No actually" said Bev. I'm a butcher by trade. Well THAT would explain alot. To be honest, my hair looks good. (if I take my glasses off) I no longer look like a gorilla with a perm. I'm now more of an Orangutang. That's nothing to do with the hair cut though. I have had Hubby fit an old tire in the garden for me to swing from. Well I need the exercise, (don't ask).
A couple of years ago I did Bev a poem. Sadly I can't remember all of it. So I bet you're relieved by now. But the verse that stays with me, and is still really true. Goes as follows
On Occasion I think of your Husband
Who's hardworking and patient and kind
He's a saint of a man and whenever I can
I donate a few quid to the blind...............
I paid her. Well she had me in a headlock what else was I going to do?
Bless her cleaver wielding, bin emptying ways.
She's much bigger than me and I'm frightened. And I'm booked in again in six weeks hence. But I will face adversity in the way I always do. I'm
moving. Please don't tell her where I live..................
