Starbucks have been handing out sample breakfasts this week, with a 50% voucher, so after my rather awful week, I thought I'd treat myself today and cheer myself up. It's been a tough week at work, triple the amount of work than usual. Also my vacuum cleaner broke just when I thought I might recover financially this month after a really expensive August (school clothes, school shoes and holiday type spending......) so had to rush out and buy another one, so am broke all over again and it's only the 4th of the month.
So off I went to have my scrambled eggs at Starbucks and a nice cup of tea (no coffee - I'm on diet too, just to add to my sorrows) and pulled the chair forward to sit down, as you do, and caught my finger in a join under the chair that shouldn't have been there. The instant blood blister was the size of a grape, on the soft pad of my forefinger (it's agony typing here....) and I almost burst into tears at the PAIN of it. Went and got some ice eventually and got lots of sympathy from the manager and a barista - needless to say, they took the offending chair away. But that still left me with the sorest finger you can imagine. Couldn't tell you what the scrambled eggs tasted like. I might have been in shock.
Never mind, I thought desperately, off to have my hair cut now. THAT will make me feel better. I've had many ups and downs with Mr Leo on Tottenham Court Road. Have walked out with terrible cuts but also some really excellent ones, and for only £20 too. However, it's never been cut too short - how is my JAW the same as my SHOULDER?????? I said shoulder length - it's so far above my shoulder that it'll take MONTHS for it to grow back down there again. And worse - IT'S SKEW. Oh, that's because he cut it in a middle path and now it's in a side path. OH NO IT FUCKING ISN'T - IT'S SKEW SKEW SKEW SKEW. The left side is an inch longer than the right! Any idiot can see that!
And it makes me look old old old old. What you would call age-appropriate. I could ALMOST tolerate the too-shortness - after all, hair grows. But skew? What do I do with that? I can't even tie it up properly into a ponytail because it's too short! And I can't wear a hat all the time or wear one indoors.
So: no stars for Mr Leo. Never going back there. Avoid it if you don't want to look like your dead mother. Spending money I don't have on a hair extension and the most expensive hair dye and hair accessories I can find.
I'm quite, quite sure the Bloomsbury writers of yonder years didn't have these problems.......