I’m sorry that they are now too old to play their favourite game of turning MD’s [middle daughter] bedroom into a hairdressing salon. Dressing up box was raided, furniture rearranged and clients were called for. If I was busy, the youngest son was coerced into letting them loose on his locks. There was always a LOT of negotiation along with hair products used. But by the time they’d assembled the salon, made the signs for the price lists, raided the kitchen for the integral café and treated a few clients, the whole day had gone by.
I’d like to say I used to come out of their hairdressing salon looking stunning. I did look stunning - just not in an attractive way.
Teresa x