In a month we’re off on a gap year to Cambodia and Vietnam. All very exciting except for tarantulas.
When I say gap year, I mean three weeks but I’m sure it will be a gap year fast tracked and condensed as we’ll be packing it in.
I have bought a backpack and will be travelling light. My clothes are already sorted and I’m busy building a capsule wardrobe ideal for Asia in January which is hard to imagine from England in November. Apparently it will be quite warm!
As usual I have no idea what the itinerary will be, all having been meticulously planned by Big T who’s been busy reading up.
In September I stopped drinking almost by accident and it seems to have stuck for the moment.
This year my birthday cards all seemed to be about drinking, champagne, raising a glass and everywhere I looked were references to wine o’clock, drinking to cope, drinking for fun or just drinking. I felt I may have reached saturation point.
This weekend we went to a party and I didn’t drink. I had a good time and didn’t find drunk people too annoying. With Christmas rapidly approaching, I might push through to January.
How is it even possible that the dog’s haircut was more expensive than mine?! Hard to believe but perhaps only in London I suspect!
After many years of funding exorbitantly priced central London hairdressers, I recently took a punt on a local salon for a cut and blow dry, a fraction of the cost but a most stressful experience.
Let’s be honest, you get what you pay for so there was no chat, no discussion about what was happening, just a wash with water running into my ears (I hate that!) a whirlwind of scissors, a rough blow dry and before I knew it, I was catapulted out on to the street half an hour later. The fastest salon experience ever.
I was quite nervous as I have thick hair which can be on the bushy side if not well cut but despite my misgivings about the lack of communication, it all seemed to be ok.
Will I go back? Definitely not for colour which isn’t worth the risk but possibly for a cut as I now know what to expect.
As for the dog’s haircut, she looked amazing, it cost a fortune and took four hours of me hanging around in Battersea killing time by looking for a new bed.