Being the lazy Little Stalky that I am it often takes me ages to get round to going to the hairdressers. I've never been that fussed about getting my hair done but I have to maintain a certain level of appearance so I finally got round to booking myself an appointment. I actually live above the hairdressers so really I don't have an excuse not to go. I've recently started having colour put in my hair and that's turned my hair appointments into two hour long sessions! Mystical Roo must wonder where I've disappeared to. So I natter away to the hairdressers who always make me feel like I have a very deep voice. The hairdressers are lovely, very friendly but they do all have very "girly" voices. It makes my English accent sound very low and masculine. I know Monster Noggin has told me that she feels the same. Maybe with English accents we just have a different tone. Or maybe we just sound like men. Anyway, I was enjoying getting my hair washed as they always give you a little head massage that's nice and relaxing but the moment was pretty much destroyed by the woman next to me telling her hairdresser about her scab. Nice. I guess there's a certain element of responsibility for the woman to warn the hairdresser about her scab but the level of detail that then followed was in no way necessary. I think all of us were willing her to stop. But she never did. I then became distracted by the washing machine in the room next door. My ears perked up when I heard it bouncing and rattling much like our rogue ex washing machine. I did what any responsible Little Stalky would do and warned the hairdressers of rogue washing machines and their purple sock stealing ways. After that I was returned to my chair where two hairdressers started to blow dry my hair. I felt very important; like a model or something. Maybe they just wanted to get me out quickly in case I started gabbling on about demonic washing machines. I was out within two hours and must say it was nice to have my locks looking fresh again. I can confirm the do was a success because when I stepped out onto the pavement I got beeped at by a passing lorry. Who knew that lorry drivers had such high appreciation for a good haircut.
Perhaps he was just warning you about the Stalky stalking washing machine that was following you!
ReplyDeleteYou're right! Why, I was so lost in thoughts over the new do that my ninja defenses were down. I must be more careful. You never know when a washing machine might be lurking...
ReplyDeleteIn the 'olden days', when spin dryers were first invented, you had to sit on the thing to stop it careering right across the room. The vibrations used to make your teeth rattle!
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