365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 121 (Sunday 2 May 2010) : Cut My Hair, Helga Bitte!

Wow I had the haircut to end all hair cuts today.

The hairdresser I had the misfortune to get today must have been (a) having the mother of all bad days...because although she was pleasant-ish, she didn't talk during the whole buzzcut and barely communicated when she had to ask me questions about the hair cut itself, and (b) been eager to harness that angry energy to set some sort of land speed record for my buzzcut... to the extent that she moved the razor around my hard so hard and fast that it often hurt as she moved it around. Just when I was about to complain she was hurting me, she'd ease back, and then find her inner hair bitch and go for it. For a Chinese woman, she did a fabulous job of channelling her inner East German border guard!

Having survived that assault on my head, I headed home, groceries in hand (ready to cook dinner for my steadily worsening guy who is well on his way to getting the cold I am slowly divesting myself of, at long last), had a gloriously deep nap before going to my gorgeous guy's, cooking an Indian meal in a jar concoction with couscous and veges (all cooked without a microwave, my stock in trade in the kitchen!) before we watched the latest Dr Who episode, where hilariously Dr Who tried to forestall the Daleks from acting on their dastardly plans by holding up his TARDIS destruction button.... which the Daleks finally analysed as a biscuit, not unlike the jam ones Steve and I were eating! Hence my very arty shot holding my TARDIS destruction biscuit! Talk about life meeting art.....