Covering the grey
You might think that I’ve had a lovely time today pampering myself at the hairdresser. But I’m afraid for me it’s just one extra stressful chore. It’s only since I recently started going grey that going to the hairdresser has become part of my life. It seems horrifically expensive and then I’m not used to the etiquette surrounding who, and how much – if at all – I am supposed to tip. Aagh, quite honestly I’d happily go grey – but everyone whose opinion I care about seem to prefer me covering it up.