Barnet Fair

Yesterday I went to the hairdressers - something I hate with a passion. It's all that staring at yourself in the mirror I dislike along with the hairdressers' silly commentary. "Now I'm going to put a towel round your shoulders if you could just lean forward for me then I'm going to shampoo your hair." Good, get on with it. It was a very trendy hairdressers that I haven't been to before. It had horrible jiggly seats at the basins and weird lights and music. The whole thing was a bit like having your hair washed in a rainbow disco. I had to ask for the vibrating seat to be turned off as it was making me feel seasick. As for head massage - don't get me started. I had difficulty dodging that one but I did. They ask you so many bloody questions - I dunno, just make it ungrey and let me out of here. I do now have very smart hair.

Today it's raining cats and elephants. It's tipping it down so I won't be going out to ruin my new hair. I might tackle that ironing. I so so so want an ironing roller designed for "a B&B or small hotel". I definitely run one of those with very demanding customers. Problemo: They cost serious money. I still might get one. It's a day for internet searching .... and making little cupcakes and doing the crossword and staring into space and coluring something in and designing a new patchwork quilt and experimenting with a rather odd pudding. So, as you can see, I am far too busy for ironing.