The popcorn worked....

I'm going to start today by talking about hairdressers. Now ordinarily I have no problems with my hairdresser, as I've been going to him for about two years now and he's always grand, its a straightforward "Will I take much off" and me gesturing to a picture of Ripley from Aliens 3. He always errors on the side of caution though and cuts it as tight as he can.

Then its always the same question with regards to drying it, I'm not a fan of those fancy volumiser things, I swear the hair starts off fine and then suddenly you end up looking like Madge off Neighbours with more volume then AMI.

So, I went in at lunch time on Wednesday and managed to avoid all the lovely ladies that always go to this hairdressers because he makes them tea not to mention the digestive bikkies.

He cut it all grand, keep the small talk to a minimum, he's learned obviously. And then, he whips out the hair dryer without so much as asking and preceeded to do terrible things to my hair. I was still reeling from the assult of the hairdyrer that I just about heard him mention Gel. I grabbed my
jacket and paid the man. Upon leaving, I decided to check out how much volume he'd put in, he'd gone mad with the dryer, I tell you. It wasn't my fault he was having a slow day. Some serious adjustments needed to be made.

The kid was going to check out kickboxing classes last night and I just wanted to spend time with Mammy 2 so we headed to the local and watched the match. The local was hopping as always, there was 4 people at one stage.

She had English and Geography and got on fine , apparently, I'm unsure what fine is. To top things off , the evil Hachet Faced coot was waiting for her when she finished her exam to check makeup and nail varnish, I swear this woman needs to get laid or something.

Of course a note was issued, where would we be without these scraps of paper to tell us how dis-obident the kid is. I wasn't in the mood of going in for work today as the kid had her appointment for Solas in the evening and trying to explain why I needed more time off to my manager wouldn't cut any slack, the woman does not understand that family are always more important then work. Bless.
Her definition of urgent and mine make for interesting reading.

I needed to research for the interview I had and find out some more about the company.
Also, while on my day off , what else would I get up to but clean! In my defence the apartment was filthy and needed a good cleaning. I assualted the presses but they were onto me and fought back. I had to take down a tin of Bisodol, two lemsips and a sugar bowl before I got them under control. It was survival of the fittest. The sweeping and polishing was relatively straightforward once they saw that I took no prisoners. The fish swam for cover, bless, they think they're hidden if they're at the back of the bowl.

Then it was back to some lovely HTML coding for the DLL site, they want it live in time for the conference which is on at the weekend and as its all flat HTML , it should be no worries.
The kid arrived in at 4 and I was rushing around the place as our appointment with Solas was 4.30. I announced by pocket money plan, whatever state she left the bathroom in, albeit a messy one most of the time, she was docked 5 yo yos. We shall see if the black makeup stops appearing magically on everything, I mean everything from the powder to sanitary towels. What does she do, I wonder, put on her makeup and then fall face down into the powder?

She dramatically threw herself on the couch complaing of stomach pains etc. I told we had to leave, she recovered pretty quickly. My ears were burning on the way to Solas, she hadn't seen me since the previous night and hence had to divulge as much of her day as possible She became mute when we finally met with the counseller, who's lovely. Head buried in her chest. I pondered what she was like when we weren't around. We headed up and left the counseller to do her job. At around 6 o'clock they came out.

The kid likes her, this is a first as she's been to a lot of therapists and never liked any of them.
When she returns from Holland, she's going to see her again and fingers crossed it will help in some way. I had a feeling she'd like her as she's quite motherly and the kid prefers those sort of people.
Munchies were bought on the way home and she's now studying her history for tomorrow while texting and about to watch convoy.

Oh and for those non-believers, the popcorn worked. Not sure whether she kept a chart or what, but they're bigger!