in the hedgerow on my morning walk.
Wish I'd had my big camera with me.
Yesterday I went to the hairdresser's.
When I arrived this man was standing just a little way from the salon singing Ave Maria. As I was early the ladies at the salon gave me coffee at a little table outside so that I could listen. The sun was warm, the girls at Lush next door were blowing giant bubbles (don't know why) and there was a lovely man with a beautiful voice singing. Inside the salon they were all of a flutter and had turned off Britney Spears so that they could listen too. He was raising money for Help For Heroes and I emptied my purse into the collection bucket.
Inside the hairdresser's I said I wanted a pixie cut (unfortunate name when you are no pixie).
I said something between this
pointing out that I was in fact nearer to Emma Watson in age than to Dame Judi .
Well, I suppose Dawn my lovely hairdresser delivered. But, I couldn't help thinking, as I looked in the mirror, why has my mother got herself a crewcut?