Fringe again

I went to the hairdresser today and got my fringe cut back in. I quite liked my fringe-less bob for a while but I got fed up with it. I also thought that it unflatteringly showed up a frown line on my forehead which has been developing in recent years. I considered getting Botox - one of my pupils' parents is a beautician and she offered me a good price for what she described as "the good stuff." I was tempted although James was horrified at the idea. However, as my hairdresser pointed out, getting a fringe is cheaper than Botox! So I'm now back to my traditional fringe look which I have had on and off for most of my life. It's like a pelmet and two curtains! I hate going to the hairdresser. I feel trapped when I am there, and I particularly hate it when they take a long time to cut my hair. My hair has endured various disastrous cuts over the years, and some cruel perms in the 1980s. Despite past experience I always have strangely high expectations that a new haircut will make me look great so I am invariably disappointed in how it turns out. However I do like Fiona at the Rainbow Room, who I have been going to for the last year or so. She is very pleasant and she knows that I don't like being there so she cuts my hair nice and fast. It makes the whole experience less awful.
So I was in fairly good spirits when it was all over painlessly and I met James and Davie for a slap up lunch in TGI Friday followed by some boring but necessary shopping including new hill-walking boots for David's next Duke of Edinburgh expedition. It has turned out to be a pleasant and mildly useful day.