Haircut disaster

It is like watching something in slow motion. I’m in the chair, watching myself in the mirror. A quick chop and I have the straightest most obvious bowl cut fringe that you have ever seen. It is as if I can’t move and am observing myself from somewhere else. He then uses the scissors to cut round my hair at the bottom. I only wanted it trimmed. He reaches the other side and realises that it is nowhere near the same length – he tries to make it match. The result feels like the heroine in Mulan, when she uses a sword to chop off her hair so she can pretend to be a man to join the army. Only without the romance or the beautifully neat cut. I feel like I’ve been hacked at. Embarrassed I pay the money, try not to cry and pray that it will grow back very quickly!!!

So a warning – choose your hairdresser very carefully when travelling the world!