If you saw me now, you d call me a holy show. I m a cross between the Wild Woman of Borneo and the Madwoman of Chaillot. It s the hair. It s a sight. Everyone s locks have grown during lockdown, but some people have lucky hair, which just looks longer and fuller. Mine just sprouts in annoying wisps all over the place.
Yes, I miss the dear loved ones I cannot see to hug in lockdown and I miss meeting friends for a coffee, or a meal, and I miss dreadfully not being able to go anywhere: but by Heaven, I miss my hairdresser.
If you saw me now, you’d call me a holy show. I’m a cross between the Wild Woman of Borneo and the Madwoman of Chaillot. It’s the hair. It’s a sight. Everyone’s locks have grown during lockdown, but some people have lucky hair, which just looks longer and fuller. Mine just sprouts in annoying wisps all over the place.
Yes, I miss the dear loved ones I cannot see to hug in lockdown, and I miss meeting friends for a coffee or a meal, and I miss dreadfully not being able to go anywhere: but by heaven, I miss my hairdresser.