My hairdresser friend

is coming to town for some kind of hairdressing show, and I am so pleased that I happen to have had my hair cut recently. Unless you too have a hairdresser friend, the enormity of my relief may be lost on you. It’s those puzzled, almost pitying looks, accompanied by the kind assurance that he’d love to cut my hair, if only he had the time…Then I see myself in a shop window on the way to the Tube: although my mop was scissored last week and I witnessed great chunks of it lying on the floor, it’s growing back superfast. By next week when he gets here, it will be wild as ever.