Evening all.
Well, the pink washed out and faded away, so as I needed a cut, thought I'd get my long suffering hairdresser to put my next colour of choice on (she makes less mess than me, and I don't seem to end up with strangely coloured ears 
I had ordered a pot of stuff from "you know where" for £3.50, and it had been sitting in the bathroom cupboard for a while.
So, I booked the appointment, told her it was a "full works" one, I.e cut, colour (that I would provide) plus a bit of torture thrown in, as in lip, chin and brow wax.
I showed the troops at work the little pot, and they thought it was a paint tester pot 
and asked if I was really considering painting a wall that colour.
I sallied forth, with the tub of stuff in my bag.
Dear reader, I wish I had photographed her expression when I handed it over!
Her eyebrows nearly introduced themselves to her fringe, and her jaw began to approach her chest 
But, after she had asked 3 times if I was sure, she set to with her brush.
I must confess, there is a touch of the Mrs Slocombe about it............
I've ordered another pot of the pink.
My turn to write the pub quiz again!
Will Labour backing rejoining be the “end” or the “making” of them??
If heaven is so wonderful, why do people pray to stop someone going there
