Take a seat duck........

Before I continue further with my French Connection experiences, I have to record visit to local hairdressers this morning. How delightfully unsophisticated were they, from the casual 'hang your coat up duck', to the equally unsophisticated and delightfully unexpected cost. Had decided grey hair was in need of Easing Out, and requested to Be Blonde. Must admit in harsh light of day, looked reasonably blonde already, but embellishments of grey Not Attractive. Having 'taken a seat duck', I was presented with choices of colour, advised which one to have, advised to go for semi-permanent, 'in case you don't like it duck', and was accordingly slathered in appropriate tint. No escorting to chairs took place. 'Sit over there my duck, there's some magazines on shelf, would you like a drink'? Everybody in there seemed to be friends, it was all most convivial. Once 'cooked', I was told to 'sit down at washbasin, no-this one duck, just got water warm and it takes ages to heat up'. Shampooed and blown dry, I went to pay with debit card, but they didn't have machine. A cheque would be fine they said. I have no cheque book now. Amazingly the cost was just under £20. This much cash I had. Last time I was coloured Down South, it cost £90. Shall I be returning for permanent tint? You bet I will duck.