How do I know? I know because we have now had two or three unbroken days of sunshine, the heating is finally off and I am not wearing a fleece! That alone is a very rare occurrence in gemmaks-ville. Hell, I have arms!
It has been another beautiful day, almost cloudless skies and those clouds that there are just little white puffy things loitering high up in the sky and in no danger of blocking the sun. The birds are singing, there is the occasional buzz of a lawnmower as a few locals make the most of the opportunity and small cat and old puss are sunning themselves on the balcony. Doubtless summer will be over by tomorrow, there is rain showing on my forecast machine.
The day has only been marred by the quarterly, almost forced trip to the hairdressers, how I hate it. This time I had a plan, I washed my hair just before I left for my appointment and I didn't dry it, the theory being that it would still be wet when I arrived and I wouldn't have to suffer the purgatory that is the back wash. I hadn't of course taken into consideration that the temperature in my car for the half hour drive would be so high and that my hair would be a bone dry frizz atop my head' by the time I arrived! Damn, my cunning plan was foiled and I was immediately ushered, protesting a little and trapped in a gown, to the dreaded, torturous hair washing 'machine'. Gah. I gritted my teeth, begged for only one shampoo and lived through it. I'm sure those gowns are designed with no arms to prevent escape, have you ever noticed the similarly to a straight jacket?
The good news is that the 'hair growing' plan is finally coming to fruition, I was informed by the stylist, who looked rather pleased with herself like she had actually made my hair grow all by herself, that my layers are now almost history and all I have to do now is let this confounded mop grow.....ha, even less visits to the hair salon for me from this point on!
I had another plan, a lazy plan to ditch my car in the car wash while I was in town, that too was thwarted when like a useless, weak woman I couldn't detach the ariel from the roof. I normally manage it without problem but on this occasion it was stuck fast, no doubt corroded or tightened by PG. After a few attempts I decided it better to beat a hasty retreat and pretend like I didn't want to unscrew the damn thing anyways....well, I wasn't gonna ask a man was I and as none offered assistance I left still clutching my unused wash token!
The evening holds promise. Dinner should arrive home with PG, no prizes for guessing where he has spent the afternoon. The lady who caters for the golf club (who's cat incidentally is Ditto's mother) frequently makes us a real dinner, packs it up and sends it home with him. I don't think this is a usual service but as she likely sees more of PG than I do they are good friends and he gets slightly special treatment. (No jokes please!). The no-cooking meal will be followed by a stroll up the road for a one to one with the local lambs, cows and rabbits and then it's home in time of course to see who is evicted from celebrity love island.
I'm easy pleased!
Friday, 10 June 2005
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I thought that I was the only woman who hates going to the hairdresser. I went last week and as usual, I was chastised for having gone so long without a trim. I wouldn't have even gone then, but people at work were starting to complain. One person even said "You would look so nice if you would do something about your hair." The nerve! But, she was right about my hair.
What I hate is that hairdressers handle my hair so roughly. I don't like having it yanked. I also always leave the salon with wet hair because I will not permit a blowdryer to be anywhere near my hair. I don't want the trauma. It's not easy having long hair. :)
What a nerve!
I always get told off for not going often enough but it doesn't tempt me to change my habits! lol.
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