23rd February 2018
There is something vaguely unsettling sitting in a hair salon waiting for Kelli to emerge. Unsettling because her hair is precious and has a preservation order on it, any disaster would disrupt the world order.
I couldn’t stand the suspense, so had to leave to search out the nearest cafe. Lemonjello’s was the nearest, but is often full of Hope college students glazed by the glow of their laptops.
It was my lucky day, I found a table and slowly sipped my cappuccino catching up on the progress to my cottage. It looks like most of the big jobs will be completed next week, leaving me with all the rubble to clear away when I return. Friday is when the invoices appear, so always a twinge in the bank balance.
The visit to the salon did not go well, she insisted on wearing her nazi hat home afterwards.
The story of the nazi hat goes back many years. Kelli wears a cap anytime she is not happy with her hair, which is most days. I started calling this cap a nazi hat because it was army green just like those in the old war films. I guess It started after watching the famous “Fawlty Towers”, “Don’t mention the war” episode, anyway it stuck.
I guess I understand that the hair style you come out of the salon with is not your real one, and you can’t wait to get home and wash it again, yep! It’s the same in America.
Another Lifetime to go 