You might want to sit down.
Remember my long hard slog to grow my fringe out? Well today I rashly went to the hairdressers and had a side fringe cut back in. It really needed a cut though, at least I'll no longer be mistaken for a Christian. (You know exactly what I mean.)
As always my trip to the hairdressers was an absolute disaster. There was a slight miscommunication and after drying my hair, she clipped half of it before I could get a look at it and started curling it with a pair of straighteners. She had asked me if I wanted it to be curly or straight, but as I was booked in for a blow dry and her English wasn't great, I just assumed she was trying to say 'wavy', like a bouncy, wavy blow dry. Not crispy curls. I was too embarrassed to tell her to stop so I just sat there as she painfully pulled my hair through the straighteners. When she finished everyone in the hairdressers was staring at me because I looked like Curly Sue. I looked ridiculous.
I'm not even going out tonight. I've got twelve 'content articles' to write before Monday morning and I'm working tomorrow at a fashion trade show which may or may not involve me trying on clothes. I'll explain another time. It's all very confusing.
I am actually very shaken up and a bit agitated, nervous, distracted.
My au pair family told me Emily, their current au pair, has to leave them in March and I'm really thinking... should I go back? Should I go back to Paris??
I don't know what to do.