bobbing along

november 2006

good news my compadres! i survived, nay thrived, my latest hair-cutting adventure: 45 mins, including paying, and i was cut, blow-dried and lookin’ good. we have ourselves a winner! WHO KNEW it could be so easy? new secret hairdressers (can’t tell everyone about it, can i?) i salute you! the only problem with my new salon paramour? it’s right next to the best bookshop in the world (TM). yes, you can see where this is going… and twenty minutes later, right on track, i was £10 lighter. BUT! i can justify:

1. it’s a charity bookshop.

2. my £10 got me six fine books.

they have everything there – well, not everything but a constantly-updated and surprisingly comprehensive selection, it’s wunderbar. i have never left empty-handed although i used to go with my dad and he would pay… (well, he’d moan about how many books i was getting, then i’d offer to pay, and then he’d pay).

thank god i bypassed the videos section entirely, for my own safety…

AND! i also bought two newspapers (but that’s an investment in my future in journalism doncha know), a nail varnish and a silver eyeshadow! (excuse used? they’re to make me look nice at xmas – new hairdos do bad things to my self-control…)

i then spent the afternoon in bed reading and napping. nice.

i was up several times last night with period pain (and bye-bye to any male readers!) so i deserved a good day today. still in eye-popping pain, though. damn hormones. (was pondering in the night that ‘hormones’ and ‘whore moans’ are homonyms… how can i use this information? what does it all mean?)