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Friday 30 November 2018

This meditation lark...

must be working.
Sitting waiting for my haircut, my lovely hairdresser was chatting away to his client who was having the full-on festive tinfoil turkey treatment. They were endlessly talking about school football and how this woman’s son had been dropped from the team.  He stopped  wrapping her hair to expound a point about her best course of action, all the while seemingly oblivious to the hands of the clock nimbly creeping round.  I amazed myself by registering a half hour slip by, then another quarter as my appointment time knocked on towards an hour late. I was totally chilled thinking calm thoughts, not letting the old three laps of ceiling ways of yore get the upper hand.
Eventually it was my turn, he whizzed through mine, surprisingly?

How would you like it today L?

‘Cut it long, I am planning on growing it!’
His mouth opened and closed and
 then he cut it long with gusto!
To make up for lost time the old me would have evilly thought.
The new me was so chilled I didn’t give a flying fig...





13 comments:

  1. What dose of meditation are you on and where can I buy some? ;)

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    1. I’ve been mooji’d look him up on youtube Elaine. I don’t recognise this super chilled woman I have morphed into?

      LX

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  2. I have fallen flat into "chilled." I'm sure it revolves around a mildish right brain injury. I would recommend it to anyone.

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    1. What did you walk into a door or something Joanne?

      LX

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  3. And you've added a photo of Mr Teasy-Weasy himself, Raymond! Oh dear, that's showing my age, isn't it!
    Margaret P

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    1. When I googled Mr. Teasy-Weasy I got lots of images of rappers... Oh dear me, not at all the sort of camp hairdresser I was looking for!

      LX

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    2. Maybe I spelt his name incorrectly, then. I will have to Google him. But his name was Raymond if my memory serves me correctly. He was famous before Vidal Sassoon in the 1950s/early 1960s.
      Margaret P

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    3. It me spelling it Tweezy-weazy that gave me the problem initially.

      LX

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  4. Great photo of the hairdresser, and how cool your meditation is working for ya!

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    1. Well, I thought the meditation was working until I hit a problem with replying to all the comments. Then the old three laps of the ceiling gene twitched, back to mooji...

      LX

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  5. I just looked Mooji up. I'm afraid I didn't like him much however, I must thank you very much as while looking for him, I came across a TED talk called How to Fix a Broken Heart by Guy Winch and that is exactly what I needed right now for someone in my family. I wasn't looking for it, but it presented itself and I've hopefully passed it on to the person who needs it. I'm glad you've found something that works at calming you down. It sounds like you've been getting your knickers in a twist about stuff. I quite like the app on that dreaded mobile phone called Headspace. It was recommended to me by my doctor when I was needing to find a way to calm down. And could I just say here, I'm glad you're moving to a new area because you really need a new hairdresser in my opinion!! x

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    1. ps, I just realised that last sentence sounded awful and I'm only glad there is no photograph of your new hair style or it would have really sounded offensive!! I only mean, you were not treated very nicely in my opinion and could do with a much nicer hairdresser! x

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    2. He isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. The man can’t get on with his waffling!

      You would have to go some to upset me Marksgran, so don’t worrry. I am of the same opinion, I will be giving him the bums rush pronto... he just doesn’t know it yet! I will cancel my appointment and not make another.

      LX

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