As you probably know (if you’re in London or follow anyone on Twitter who lives in London), the weather has been outrageous. Sideways rain. Hail. A smidgeon of shine to keep us guessing.
Anyway I had a haircut yesterday. Yes, a once-in-a-blue-moon event, but I love hanging out at Michael Van Clarke with Ronan (Kiwi. Hysterical. Talented.). I’d never dream of cancelling. Only problem? About a minute after I stepped out of the salon I looked like I’d..erm…not just stepped out of a salon. If only I’d had a humble headscarf. Tant pis.
Image courtesy of Wayne Tippetts.