
Once I'm sat down, Jenn gives me a complementary drinks menu, and then we discuss what I want done to my hair. I've already dyed it quite recently (thanks to a friend's husband's expertise in home-hair-dye-jobs), so I just need it cut. Now, I'm one of those people who never does anything with her hair. I wash it every couple of days, brush it every so often, and that's about it. So I want something simple and easy to keep, that's easy to make look nice if the fancy takes me. Oh, by the way, that's me on the left, before Jenn attacked my hair.
To the weird head-sink things we go! I'm never all that fond of these, because they hurt your neck, even though it's supposed to be such a pleasant thing having your hair done. I've gotta say, this changes my mind. If I ever manage to amass enough money, I think I will employ someone to wash my hair for me like this every day. She massages my scalp, and the back of my neck where it's been resting in the cut-out bit of the sink. Seriously, best head massage ever. Ever.

When I've finished with the obligatory unpacking and tidying up that goes with getting back from a break, I'll scan in the leaflet with all the details about the salon too. Watch this space...
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