Firstly, let me express remorse for current Failure to Blog on regular basis. Have just received e-mail from daughter-in-law in France, gently castigating me for sporadic blogging. Is true. Also failed to cover Royal Weddinng, which was Most Uplifting and Beautiful Occasion. Am sorry for this oversight. However, do not think Painting Pompier has taken offence at blog singing praises of his spritely Mother and Aunt. Doubt if Painting Pompier would have ever found blog.
Will now mention yesterdays Great Hair Malfunction. Thought would try bit of retro hairdressing in manner of 1960's, and gave self shampoo and set. With assorted pink rollers of the small and spongey variety. Spent day in state of High Excitement waiting for The Big Reveal when rollers could be removed to reveal myriad gentle, glossy waves falling in manner of mane to shoulders. Sadly and some might say inevitably, found self staring in mirror in horror, as great many chipolata sausages sprang from head in merry disorder. Looked disturbingly like Charles the First in full periwinkle wig. Frantic brushing only made matters worse. This was Big Hair with a vengeance, and then some. Note to self. Curly Hair Does Not Suit. Never Has. Never Will. Have consigned pink rollers to rubbish bin lest feel desire to experiment again. Have decided to attempt Sleek Chignon. Might reduce jowels if hair pulled tightly back. Hmm.
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