Happy haircut
Valentines Day seems to have passed with a whimper, thank goodness, and has been barely noted in our house. Neither of my parents bought the other anything, and I was extremely happy that I was not one of the hundreds of people running around the centre of Oxford today buying chocolates and last minute gifts. I can't remember the last time I was single on Valentines Day, but I could get used to it!!
Today I cashed in my birthday gift from my parents and got my hair cut. I now have a lot less hair (which isn't necessarily a good thing, since my hair is fairly fine anyway, and as she was cutting I was slightly perturbed at the loss) but it looks rather good. I just kind of let the hairdresser do whatever (though my mother was urging her from the background to "do something radical" which luckily she ignored) and I now look nothing like me. In a good way though, I hope. And I have to say, I now really want a head massage, because the shampoo girl was really good with her hands and I could have just sat there and had my head shampooed for hours. Hairdressers rock. I shall show my new shaggy dog look off later this week in Manchester, so friends - prepare yourselves....
I also came home with an adapter so I can actually plug my laptop in to the UK power supply ( didn't think of this until I went to charge it - duh) and a poncho. Yes, I know the word 'poncho' is enough to chill the hearts of most of the population, myself included, but it is actually very inoffensive. It's light blue, wool, and more of a shawl than a poncho. I think M&S only called it that because it sounded more trendy than a shawl. Anyway, even though my mother told me that the only person ever to pull off the wearing of a poncho was Clint Eastwood, I bought it. If nothing else, it's damn warm, and living as my parents do in a 300 year old house, warmth is highly desirable. I must stop buying random items or I am never going to get my baggage home without going over my allowance.
Anyway, even though I reasoned that I should not write a post if I have nothing interesting to say (after reading god knows how many others recently that have droned on about absolute bollocks) I seem to have forgotten my oath, and rambled about my shopping trip. Please forgive me. Hope everyone is well. When I get to a computer which does not rely on dial-up I will read what you're all doing!
Today I cashed in my birthday gift from my parents and got my hair cut. I now have a lot less hair (which isn't necessarily a good thing, since my hair is fairly fine anyway, and as she was cutting I was slightly perturbed at the loss) but it looks rather good. I just kind of let the hairdresser do whatever (though my mother was urging her from the background to "do something radical" which luckily she ignored) and I now look nothing like me. In a good way though, I hope. And I have to say, I now really want a head massage, because the shampoo girl was really good with her hands and I could have just sat there and had my head shampooed for hours. Hairdressers rock. I shall show my new shaggy dog look off later this week in Manchester, so friends - prepare yourselves....
I also came home with an adapter so I can actually plug my laptop in to the UK power supply ( didn't think of this until I went to charge it - duh) and a poncho. Yes, I know the word 'poncho' is enough to chill the hearts of most of the population, myself included, but it is actually very inoffensive. It's light blue, wool, and more of a shawl than a poncho. I think M&S only called it that because it sounded more trendy than a shawl. Anyway, even though my mother told me that the only person ever to pull off the wearing of a poncho was Clint Eastwood, I bought it. If nothing else, it's damn warm, and living as my parents do in a 300 year old house, warmth is highly desirable. I must stop buying random items or I am never going to get my baggage home without going over my allowance.
Anyway, even though I reasoned that I should not write a post if I have nothing interesting to say (after reading god knows how many others recently that have droned on about absolute bollocks) I seem to have forgotten my oath, and rambled about my shopping trip. Please forgive me. Hope everyone is well. When I get to a computer which does not rely on dial-up I will read what you're all doing!
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Hi. I've been reading your blog for a while, and still can't figure out one thing: are you English or Canadian? I used to live in Oxford, and it sounds like you're back... but then you're going back to Canada. Did you emigrate?
Hi Woffle - I should probably have put some background stuff about myself on the site but I am too much of a technophobe to attempt much tweaking. I was born in Canada after my parents had emigrated there, and we all came back to England when I was five. So I have both UK and Canadian passports. Currently the plan is that I have moved to Canada permanently, and I am just back in Oxford for three weeks to see the parents. However, if I go back to Canada and still can't find a decent job, I may have to admit defeat and come back to England for a couple of years, then try again!
Butterscotch: darn your observancy! Actually, I hadn't even realised the thing had posted twice. This is the trouble with an old computer that is prone to crashing and a dial-up connection. I shall save up more rambling crap to post another time... :o)
I'm coming a little late to this table but - yes by all means move to Boston and we'll get a 2BR, because studio livin' is starting to fence me in. I think you'll find Vancouver's a lot prettier though - and don't get me (or anyone else) started on the quality of driving here! PS Dan: I don't think drug rugs ('bahas') ever made it overseas; ponchos are similar but have no sleeves and are (in these heady days) made of pale-blue crocheted wool with tinsel woven through.
I'm coming a little late to this table but - yes by all means move to Boston and we'll get a 2BR, because studio livin' is starting to fence me in. I think you'll find Vancouver's a lot prettier though - and don't get me (or anyone else) started on the quality of driving here! PS Dan: I don't think drug rugs ('bahas') ever made it overseas; ponchos are similar but have no sleeves and are (in these heady days) made of pale-blue crocheted wool with tinsel woven through.
not sure why my comment got published twice?
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