A guy in the aqua -aerobics class said to me yesterday:" Your hair is a mess!"
His wife remonstrated with him and apologised on his behalf.
He retorted: "I am old. I am 75 years of age. I can say what I like."
Was I upset? No, I knew he was right. So a visit to Adrienne was booked. Urgently.
My hairdresser always looks as if she has stepped off a catwalk and sports the latest trendy gear.
I am aways terribly envious. She is tall and statueque. Whereas I am short and stocky. So its a case of "Dream on!