
....yes, I know what you're thinking......that's news???
Well, not exactly, but my hairdresser is located exactly one hour and forty five minutes drive from my house....and no, it's not some swanky salon in Mayfair, it's a little village three man band in deepest Hampshire.
Where is she going with this I can hear you asking.....the truth is I think that slowly but surely I'm turning into my mother (happy birthday Mum by the way, I wish so much you were still around to join me for a celebration lunch or raise a glass with & I miss you every day)....When I was somewhat younger my mother had some habitual things she did which to me, seemed a bit 'odd' (I don't think she ever drove nearly two hours to the hairdresser though). I do recall now as I replace, one by one, every cup or mug I have in the house with others of the finest bone china, her telling me that she couldn't possibly drink tea from anything other than fine china as it didn't taste the same....
I remember chiding her in the same voice I now hear in my G.G's e-mails, text messages or on the other end of a phone.....
Do we eventually all develop at least some of our mother's habits which drove us crazy when we were growing up? Or am I just too mean to pay London prices to get my hair done? Have a happy week everyone........s