Death by a Thousand Cuts

Gaaah! Hairdresser doubt strikes again. I have an appointment to be refrizzed at Toni and Guy tomorrow and, as usual, I am in a quandary - what to do, what to do?

Mmmm, what a lovely do, what hairdresher do you frequent?

My hair is very thick and goes sort of kinky in hot, humid weather...so at the moment I look like a right mess. I would love short hair, but once it's off, traditionally you can't reattach it. Do I take a plunge, or do I bock bock bock out of it (chicken noise!)

The thought of toddling off to Portugal in 10 days, where the weather is currently a scorchio 35 degrees with what is essentially a Russian fur hat on my bonce is a horrible thought. That and the fact that the snow on the mountain is beginning to show through the terrible dye job I recently attempted. I have visions of getting a hair cut, hating it, getting a new colour put in and going green on holiday due to sun and chlorine.

I sometimes wish I was bald. But not often.