My last ever haircut…by my preferred hairdresser, anyway
This morning I went for my three weekly haircut to the local Zoom hairdresser.
There is no appointment system but if you have a preferred hairdresser you can just forfeit your place in the queue until she (usually it is a she) becomes available. I always wait until Becky is available.
I’ve mentioned Becky before. She’s a pleasant Welsh girl who just throws on one of her six work outfits in the morning (without turning the light on) and still always looks quite glamorous. I have mentioned to her that she always looks glamorous in spite of the haste in which she gets ready in the morning, but she doesn’t seem to believe me.
Anyway, today is her 26th birthday. She also had some news. Her boyfriend has finished college and attained top marks, meaning that he can go to his preferred university. They are both going to go travelling around the world before he starts university, so Becky is leaving Zoom and she won’t be there when I next turn up.
She’s already spoken to her colleagues to tell them how I have my hair cut each time.
The boss had said that she shouldn’t tell the customers that she is leaving but she wanted to make an exception with me. We even exchanged email addresses afterwards and a couple of hugs. I was really touched that she liked cutting my hair that much. My tales of picking up Yasmin at 3am on Sunday mornings obviously aren’t that boring!
Llanberis, North Wales
I don’t have a photo of Becky to put into this blog. Well, there’s no easy way to say, “here’s the money for my haircut – top job as always. Now, say ‘cheese’.”
I know that she comes from North Wales; so – in Becky’s honour – here is a photo from Llanberis, North Wales. Just think, she left this beautiful part of Britain because she desperately wanted to
be with her partner while he studied at college cut my hair every three weeks.