Which is likely to turn in to a bad hair month, perhaps longer, depending on how quickly my hair grows!
Yup, I had a hair cut this morning. It is awful, I hate it, I think I look like something out of Prisoner Cell Block H. My hairdresser, and I hope to goodness she isn't reading this, is normally great. Does a fantastic job, so I don't know what has gone wrong. But wrong it has gone.
It's so bad I don't want to even leave the house and of course I now look ten times worse with the results of too much crying - red eyes. And I can't do anything about it except wait, and wait, for it to grow - or buy a BIG hat.
So, if you see someone out and about with a paper bag over their head (altered and distressed of course!) it will be ME.
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