Butterflies and Bows
Four weeks is the norm. Five, I can manage. Six weeks, no, that’s a week too far. Seven weeks, with ten weeks likely, is a nightmare in prospect. I’m talking haircuts, of course. I’ve a short style, the key word being style, which grows out, unless it is re-styled. The dread of meeting up with friends for coffee, going to a party or bumping into colleagues in the supermarket meant I’d adopted the sensible action of booking the next appointment…