One word? When seven would do…

which is what I am known as elsewhere but in the context of this blog is a Nic none of you are familiar with. She has children but they are not in the vicinity or earshot (which with one of those children being Davies is rare indeed 😉 ), her clothes are not necessarily those of a Mummy, she wears a name badge and talks in joined up speaking. Why she has A Life Outside The Home, she Earns A Wage, she Talks About Things Other Than Her Offspring, she wears her pants on the outside. Well ok I lied about the pants! 😆

Had a lie in this morning then got dressed and wafted about the place for a while. I helped Tarly with a puzzle and set Davies up on a Sponge Bob Square Pants game on the laptop, then I walked into town to the hairdressers. She’s nice the new hairdresser, I’ve been to her twice, she replaced the one I went to before who used to talk to me about nightclubs and stuff. This one is only 19 too but she is more of your sensible settled 19 year old, she’s getting married later this year and everything. No nightclubs for her, she spends her evenings poring over bridal magazines and colour charts. 😆 And she doesn’t bloody listen when you tell her what you want her to do with your hair!!!!! grr.

When I went last time I blamed myself for not being explicit enough about what I wanted so this time I was very clear. I wanted to keep the length but have LOTS OF LAYERS cut in. I wash my hair every night and it dries naturally, I then sleep on it and whatever has happened to it during the night is the style I sport the next day. I rarely, if ever brush it, if it looks crap then I put it up, if it looks okay then I leave it down, if I am working I tend to do something with the front involving hair grips. Therefore it requires a fairly decent cut every so often to allow it to be neglected like this and not look as though it is neglected. It has a quite nice wave to it which lends itself well to lots of layers but the top ones need to be fairly short otherwise it can tend to go bushy. So I made all this clear, settled into the chair for random chatter about whether I had a nice Christmas, where I’m going on holiday this year and the weather. Before I knew it she had put her scissors away and got the blow drier out. I sat for a few moments debating whether to ask her to ‘get those scissors straight back out again missy and cut some more bloody layers in like I asked you to’ but chickened out. So she dried it all nice and straight and swishy, I’ve now washed it and it looks as though nothing had been done to it. Grr. Need to find another hairdresser… I even hacked a bit more out myself having observed her layer cutting technique (and was quite proud of it) but I’m way too scared to do any more incase I do something dreadful which takes months to grow out and means I have to wear a wig for Kirsty’s wedding. 😆 She did at least have more hairdressing knowledge than Ady who looked at me just now as it all dried curly again and said ‘well what was the point in that then? You didn’t have it cut straight at all, it’s gone all curly again now’. Er, no darling, you can’t have hair cut straight, that’d be all in the drying 😆

I then had an hour to wander about the charity shops looking for the perfect bag for next weekend which eluded me before going into work. It was one of those days I am familiar with from retail days where clearly all the nutters in town had been let out for the day. We had them all in this afternoon, which if nothing else was an excellent bonding exercise for all the staff rolling their eyes and giggling about people after they were safely out of earshot! I had a bit of training and was told I can go on the Enquiry Desk soon. This is quite a Big Thing I understand. A colleague who recently left to go to another library had been there for over 6 months working twice as many hours as me and was still not allowed on the Enquiry Desk whereas I’ve only been there a month and a half and was already dealing with a couple of enquiries this afternoon. I was told by my boss that I ‘seem to be doing really well – I’m very conscious that I can leave you to get on with things and you do them without me worrying about you.’ And I have completed several tasks in record speed this week too, so that’s all good. 🙂

Ady and the children came in 15 minutes or so before we shut to choose some books and a film each including ‘beeping’ them themselves. They seem to be regarded very indulgently by colleagues which is nice and they have always loved the library so it is really nice that they are able to get a bit more sneaky inside peeks at the workings of it too. Davies chose Stuart Little 3 as his film (I watched the first with them – not dreadful but not great, by the second I was feeling very rodented out and this one is not only flogging a dead mouse so to speak but is fully cartoon animated rather than using real people like the first two) so that was watched when we got home, then some wildlife programme about wildebeest which led to discussions about food chains and circle of life type stuff. I always fret we may have potential vegatarians when such programmes come up and they get upset about the baby gazelle being eaten by the crocodile and I feel duty bound to cite our own consumption of pigs, cows, lambs, chickens etc as examples but actually so far that has always seemed to put it back into perspective – and my wonderful explanation that if the crocodiles stopped eating the gazelles they would die anyway because there would be too many gazelles eating all of whatever plant is their foodstuff so lots of them would starve to death seemed to do the trick. No one tell them about lentils, please okay? 😆 Ady read Scarlett her library books and I read Davies his, then we had steak and chips for dinner while watching Love Hurts which was something we watched when we were very first together. We started watching it during the six weeks we lived with my parents before we bought this house and got hooked and carried on for the early days of living here. It is really dated now but feels quite nostalgic to watch and remember where we were when we watched it the first time so I got the first series on dvd from work. I know, I know, it’s not like us to be so sentimental ;).

Tomorrow we’re meeting Chris, Julie, Jack and Maisie for a woodland walk. Jack has the pox (started developing spots the same day as you Lucy – could it have been caught at FJ do you think?) and Maisie has a fractured elbow from a bed acrobatics incident – oh learn from this little bed jumping children. Then my brother is supposed to come over for dinner later in the day. So a very familytastic day lined up to end the week.