So last night, when I pulled a tuft out, I decided to invoke the master plan and knew today would be the day I go from long hair to shaved.
I made a big, big boob by showing my best friend what was happening by demonstrating pulling hair out with no warning. Cue BIG tears. Bums. Got that wrong. Sorry S-J.
So after working, I went to Asda and bought some shiny new clippers.
Sarah-Jane was an absolute gem. She told me I had to cut it first so as not to clog the clippers. Snippety snip went the scissors. It felt liberating, believe it or not.
And then she went on to give me a Grade 3 all over. I have to say, I would have known by her reaction if it didn’t…but it looked good.
We were going to have ‘skinheads on a raft’ as a celebratory dinner, but egg ‘n’ chips won the day 🙂
I came home and did my make up, put my black polo neck and decided I look bloody great. More Sinead than Demi – but deffo can’t complain at that.