Linda cut my hair on Saturday, and so far almost every person who’s noticed has asked me whether I’ve done anything to the colour, too – it looks lighter, apparently. This confuses me. I’m also contemplating the benefit to letting my hair grow way too long and scruffy before I cut it as a means to get a lot of compliments on how good it looks once I finally get it sorted. A pity I have to go around looking scruffy for weeks first, though.
Voice in my head: We’re in random medley mode. So far this afternoon we’ve been through The Weeping Song (Nick Cave), No One Needs to Know Right Now (Shania Twain), Nobody Does it Better (Carly Simon), Wishing Heart (Lisa Loeb), Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word (Elton John), I Don’t Like Mondays (Boomtown Rats), Grease Lightening (from Grease), Gonna Wash that Man Right Out of my Hair (from that other musical), Sheela-na-gig (PJ Harvey, I just learnt something new by doing an internet search on it) and Vargtimmen (Hedningarna)