Last UK hair cut!

A good while ago now, my hairdresser Sally cheerfully announced that I was four haircuts away from emigrating. It was a bit of a shock at the time, however since then it has pretty much been the timeline I've been working to.

Slightly odd I know, but a haircut has become a benchmark against which to measure time and progress.

So today was the last of those four - purposely arranged to be done just before I went so it is all neat and tidy with a fresh colour and now I don't have to worry about it for a few weeks. It felt like a major event. It was a major event.

I have been trying to persuade Sally to come with me. She is, without a doubt, the best hairdresser I've ever had, patiently helping me to transform my hair from very short to longish. And totally refusing to cut a fringe back until it is the length I really want it (not that I know the answer to that one), about which, as much as I huff and puff, she is probably right.

One thing I am not looking forward to is trying to find a hairdresser in Australia anywhere nearly as good as Sally. I have heard it could be difficult.

Perhaps I should kidnap her..........

Cheryl x