Nov 03, 2008 13:48
Winter weather and swimming twice a week is a bad combination for my hair so this morning, I hacked about 5 inches off it after I'd washed it. This is not as bad as it sounds as my hair varies between wavy and full on ringlets, so is fairly forgiving of not actually being cut straight because it looks all different lengths as soon as it dries anyway. Also, it is obviously not that bad a job because when he did finally notice, The Boy thought I had been to the hairdressers. It did however, take some time and some prompting before he noticed, as he was full of having spent half the morning at A&E because he nearly chopped the top of his thumb off preparing dinner on Saturday evening and some idiot shut it in a door when he got to work this morning and made it start bleeding again.
For those that care, my hair is now shoulder length and I think the shortest it had been since i left school, and The Boy has first aid skills which are apparently better than those of most of the staff at A&E. Which is undoubtedly a good thing given how accident prone he is. The previous weekend he managed to burn his eye by somehow managing to flick part of a lighted match up under his glasses. I'm now wondering what next weekend's accident will be...
the boy,
hair,
truth stranger than fiction