BLIMEY!

it has been AGES since I wrote. Does that mean my life is boring? well, it could, but actually I've been quite busy, I went to London for a bit, and gave in to the lure of Toni and Guy, getting my harcut buy a Japanese stylist was about as close at I could get to my previous oriental haircut. I was not dissapointed.

A week in Cyprus was another of my adventures, where Mr V and I were able to lounge around in the gorgeous sunshine, as well as do some diving and eat loads of yummy mediterrean food. We went back the same hotel as we went to in May. I am never quite sure about doing that kind of thing, after all, there are so many different place to go in the world, why go back to the same one twice? In fact it was better this time than last time, so I guess that somewhat dispells my theory that going back again could be a bit mundane. I would probably go back there again as well, so I am truly converted, or perhaps just getting older and turning into a creature of habit (heaven forbid).

Now, with my tan fading fast, it is time to address the fact that we REALLY ARE MOVING BACK TO ENGLAND. Secretly, I am quite excited at the idea, and can think of several reasons why, although I have to play it down, as Mr V is really not happy about going back at all. The big reason for me is that I can get some proper work there. Since April I have lived in a kind of limbo, not getting a job, but wanting one, and trying to make a start on this small business of mine ( which has, to say the least, been sporadic and slow) Now I feel like I have some purpose and oppourtunity ahead. It's a kind of relief. I'm also looking forward to seeing all my old friends at home, most of whom are either pregnant or with babies and small children, so stuck here I'm missing all the fun. I am not looking forward to the extremely high cost of living and the nightmare public transport network though, and I feel perhaps it will not be long before we attempt a bid for freedom abroad again. It is strange how I get frustrated with not being settled, and yet, when the oppourtunity presents it's self, I get bored and want to move on. My mother always said I could never be amused as a child for more than about 20 minutes, before I got fed up and wanted to do something else.

I need a haircut

I haven't had a haircut since February, when I was in Shanghai. It was a fantastic haircut, and I now face the terrible situation of chosing a hairdresser here in my adopted hometown. Last time I got my haircut here I went to a 'safe bet' Toni & Guy salon, but was pretty dissapointed with the results. Hairdressers sometimes have this annoying habit of seeing long hair, and just combing it straight when it's wet, and cutting an inch off around the bottom. I think this is just lazy, and expect much more for my 50 Euros quite frankly.

I did try a little local salon up the road once as well, but the brusque girl who served me, handed me the hairdryer to dry it myself after she had cut it. After she saw my cunfused expression, she explained that I had to pay an extra 10 euros for her to dry it....I find this quite bizarre. The unhelpful girl then proceeded to lecture me on how it was such a waste of a blow dry if I didn't have anything special on to warrant an extra fee for her drying my hair...WHAT??!! If I want her to dry my hair and I'm prepared to pay 10euros more, then so what? It's none of her business what I'm doing that night or why I want my hair dryed nicely so it doesn't look like a total frizz ball for once. she certainly won't get me back in her salon, the cow.

I think my anxiety about finding a decent hairdresser in this bossy place is quite justified. Perhaps I should go for a 'top stylist' rather than a junior.. especially if I have highlights, which I am considering, since the lack of sunshine this summer has left my hair looking rather boring. Failing that I could go for a total re-style, something short, hmmm, I'm not sure that would be altogether satisfying though. I might regret it deeply, and have to wait ages for it to grow back.

It is perhaps testament to the mundanity of my life that I am even remotely concerned about my haircut. It's simply long and messy, and need to be shorter and neat, not exactly brain surgery, but girls do love to fret about their hair.


Shanghai haircut