Today I went for a second visit to my new hairdresser. (The last one left to work with horses.) I once said to the male owner of a salon that as soon as I get a girl who kmows what to do with my unruly, thick hair she goes off to have a baby. He replied "Believe me, madam, I am not about to do that."
This lady is about 40 or so, is about 5 feet tall and weighs about 6 stone. She wears the briefest of mini skirts, black tights and shoes with 6 inch heels. She makes an excellent job of my wayward hair but I think she suffers from amnesia. She twice asked me if I was going somewhere nice this weekend. I told her I was going to see my grandchildren in Folkestone.
The proprietress couldn't be more different. She is about 6 feet tall wears a long black dress with a fringe at the bottom and sensible boots. What a varied lot we are !
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