Last week, I had a haircut.

We all had haircuts.

I have to put it down to the fact that we all had haircuts and the poor hairdresser (who I like very much) badly needed a break

and she should have had that break before she cut my hair

because, let’s face it;

It is the haircut from hell.

I have spent the week feeling very sorry for myself and trying to hide the fact that I now have a hair helmet residing on my head.

I cried when it was suggested it took away my femininity.

My daughters have tried to crimp and scrunch some style into it

but it’s no use.

It’s awful and I will just have to cover all the mirrors for a few months  and wear a paper bag, while I grow it out.

I’ve decided though, I am no longer going to wallow.

I am going to have a good, long, hard laugh at myself and I thought you could all laugh with me

because every clown needs an audience.