Also known as I HAVE TO GET MY HAIR CUT NOW day. Ever since my trusted hairdresser of more than 20 years Joaquín Curiel died of Covid in 2020 it’s been a bit hit and miss in the hair cutting department. I did find one guy (who is now Peter’s regular guy) but I could never just pop in with him because he’s always super busy (P sensibly makes an appt). With Joaquín I could always just pop my head in and he’d say “hey no problem, take a seat” or else “maybe try tomorrow?”. Because he knew what I wanted. Which was just to get my hair spritzed down, a quick cut and then send me off home with wet hair.

I have since found a place in my street, not even a minute away, so they are perfect. Except it’s even more hit and miss with them when I am on my way home and just want to pop in (has to be on my way home because MY HAIR WILL BE WET). So today I decided to not leave things to chance and booked an appt for early afternoon. For one mad moment I wondered if I should also book a pedicure (about two doors down from the hairdresser) but then remembered the last time I did that. It was just too much PAMPERING all at once, even with the ten-minute haircut. Anyhow, next time you see me my same old bob, same one I’ve had for over 40 years, will be tidied up and back to just below chin length. Phew!