No photos on this one. Ali & I have the very merest sprinkling of rather light hair in our otherwise dark and lustrous mops (we're going grey), so decided to chuck on a bit of colour to cover it up before our hols. Ali's turned out a treat.
Mine went the same colour as Kit the dog - I looked like a syrup pudding. In deepest misery I phoned my Mum who stopped being a hairdresser in 1958 but gives good advice. "Chuck on a darker one" is the precis of a long phone conversation.
We had a spare in the cupboard, but Ali thought it too dark. I didn't want to be seen out so she sweetly went to the superdupermarket for me. And came home with EXACTLY the same one as we already had after hours of deliberation in the shop. Never mind said I. So we did it. And now I look like a toffee apple. Which is better than a syrup pudding. I'm hoping it will tone down in the next 48 hours. Eeeeek!
About Me
- Le Couvent - www.roujan.com
- Take me somewhere warm and friendly where I can stop - stop and stay for a while in a big, pumpkin-coloured room, a chambre d'hote where I don't have to wake up until noon. Does it exist? Come on, of course they do, hotels, houses to rent, chambres d'hotes in the south of France where I can check in for bed and breakfast and stay a few days and it's alright and I can get up at noon and smell the lavender and walk through the vineyards and dip my toes in the Mediterranean and, and I could lie on the beach and read. I could read French books, I know my French is rubbish but even I could read Agatha Christie in French, Something old-fashioned. Sort of Deauville or Provence. The tube jerks off. Outside the windows are dark curved walls with thickly-coated horizontal tube maps of wires moving by. Passing by slowly, I give you that, but definitely moving. "Thank God, not today then. Yes. No. Oh God. We've stopped again. Why don't they tell us what's happening. They do quite a lot now about all sorts of things. Not really important things of course. If they don't say anything it means it's bad. Or they're too busy I suppose. How busy? How bad? Okay, don't go there. Go back.
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