I am right at the end of the Mary Wesley biography and I’m loving it; really enjoying it. The closer I get toward the end the more details there are about the books and I know I’ve got to have a Mary Wesley fest. I can’t wait to read them again now I know more about her life and I’m twenty years older (can I really be twenty years older? How has that happened?)
Husband has got some colleagues coming out next week, so if I hurry, I can get them sent to one of them for him to bring out for me. Husband appears to have forgotten the ban on buying books. Husband is a very good man. (What do you think? Perhaps if they aren’t purchased by me in a regular shop and they aren’t addressed to me by Amazon, maybe they don’t really count as purchases?)
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In other news, my lack of post yesterday was because I was traumatised by another haircut. It was bound to happen sooner or later. A friend had recommended a hairdresser and so the other day I set out full of enthusiasm, clutching an address and directions and I couldn’t bloomin’ find the place. This happens to me all the time in Bangkok.
I have a very low ‘mad’ threshold when it comes to my barnet. My hair looks crazy when it’s a good cut and behaving well, but I was looking battier and battier as the dreadful hair cut I had last June grew out. I was attempting to keep a semblance of control with hair slides but it wasn’t working out. In fact, it was such a terrible hair cut, that not even my mother made her usual ‘Oh Jen …’ in tones of terrible disappointment …‘what have you done to your hair?’ comment.
Anyway, I never did find the recommended hairdresser so I walked into one (an internationally branded one) off the streets. What could I expect? She was lovely, spoke English. I showed her my picture and she said ‘similar to this?’ I should’ve known, shouldn’t I?
It’s not quite right but at least is less barmy than before.
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I think your hair is great and not barmy at all. I was most envious last June!
I definitely agree that second hand books don't count as buying books, even if they do accidentally come from Amazon or eBay. And as for charity shops, well, there are five in the small town where I live, and I lurve their bookshelves, and it's important to support charities isn't it?
Where's the photo???? You can't write that then leave us all dangling....
Am in the library at the moment...should be back online by the 10th
C x
Absolutely, where is the photo? How do we know you are not just making this up? And doesn't Mary Wesley make you feel that we are none of us too old to become famous. I have her books and as I have no new ones at the moment[sob sob] I shall re-read them.
I always cut my own hair with the kitchen scissors. It looks dreadful - but is less scary than going to a hairdresser.
It probably looks fine. I've found a hairdresser that does't do too drastic a haircut when I'm there, so I'm sticking to her.
Lane, you're too kind. It's wiry, dry and won't do as it's told!
Queenie, definitely. It's more important to support charities than to worry about trifling matters like TBR piles.
Carol, it's not nearly as bad as the last one. It's just not quite right...
Sheepish, she so does make me feel like that. She was a woman! Crikey, what a rebel.
Helen, I've never understood why people like the hairdresser experience!
Debs, it's really not too bad, it's just not quite right.
But your hair is super-duper and not barmy at all. It's springy and lively. It's very good. Did you grow it yourself?
My mother does that too. I think it's a mother thing, not a hair thing.
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