Am I the only person that imagines, when i walk past a hair salon, that the stylists are turning their heads and wondering who my hair designer could be and are gagging to have a crack at my locks? I hoist my pixie nose in the air and march on by, as if to say “No! Never!”
Vanity is truly a consuming hobby.
My darling Stu sang me the Happiness Song because he hates to see me all mopey trousers.
“Whenever I’m feeling down and blue
And sorry for myself
I get some staples and some glue
And I’m happy as an elf!”