Haircuts, sparkies & our new loos

I had my hair cut this week. I know right, not exactly headline news, but for me it’s quite a major event, mostly because it’a a major inconvenience. When I worked in London BC (before-children), it was all part of life’s rich pattern; I thought nothing of jumping on the train on a Saturday and popping into the salon that was in Covent Garden.
PC (post-children) and back in full-time work, I go to a relatively local salon. When I get there, there’s no preamble, it’s straight into a rapid but firm scrub, some frantic snipping and if I’m lucky, not too many hairs yanked out as it’s blow-dried and I always walk out of the salon with plenty of hair cuttings stuck to my face.

The last Slimming World session, volunteer of the year, Selfridges’ Cookies and the Imperial War Museum

The last Slimming World session, volunteer of the year, Selfridges’ Cookies and the Imperial War Museum

The last Slimming World session, volunteer of the year, the incredible Imperial War Museum and a trip to the ‘grown-up’ hospital