Wednesday 24th August 2016
When a girl gets her hair done, the world is sooo much better! And today I got restored back to my dirty filthy dark blonde, a colour that returns me back to the contented Mumma to this boy. Phew, ’cause I was rapidly turning into a cranky Mumma/wifey/daughter to those I adore. Bad hair=shit attitude.
Once you recognize your crappy tone and sarcastic demeanour, take thyself to thine hairdresser for some salon salvation. That plus endless mugs of tea /wine. And do it, like I have, while a) the husband is away (surprise sexiness upon return) and b) your own mum is around (built in babysitting service, with a smile).
Now we are all smiling!