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Scissors at the ready

Was Film 4 having a laugh yesterday when they decided to show the film that we are living in real time?  Groundhog Day.  I am in week 4 and apart from the weather changing, every day is more or less the same.   The scary thing is that  it is beginning  to feel normal, and probably will be for at least another 3 months.

Like everyone else I have to resort to do it yourself hair cutting.  I have horrible hair, thin, fine, brown streaked with grey and it is getting long so I will have to get the scissors out and have a go.  This enforced isolation should deal with any vanity people have as in a few months we will all emerge with spiky hair.  I have never coloured my hair but I know that many people, young and old, pay an extortionate amount of money to either cover up the grey or simply to go blond, green or whatever.  Will they let the colour grow out and just go back to being naturally grey or will they rush off to the supermarket and buy do it yourself hair colour?   Hopefully all those older people who dye their hair will just stop doing it because it is horrible, doesn't look natural and doesn't suit their age.  A friend used to colour her hair and then one day she decided to  stop.  The hair itself improved and she looked ten years younger.

Another friend, who lives in California, was bemoaning last year how everyone, even young people, are having 'work' done on their faces.  Yippee, the clinics are closed and hopefully those doctors who have been making a fortune out of people's vanity will go and contribute to the crisis by offering their services to the struggling hospitals.  As for their clients just maybe their priorities will change.


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