Ours is not a house where decorations are gone into in any great quantity but I do usually stretch to a tree and a few bits and bobs.
The tiny fibre-optic tree in the dining toom was simple – out of the box and plug it in.
Then came the front room – something more of a mission. But as it was a cold day and Yule is just 11 days away it seemed as good a time as any to deck the halls. I had tested both sets of tree lights a couple of days ago. Both worked so I didn’t buy any more whilst we were out shopping yesterday. This afternoon when I got them all out I tested them again.
All was well… Continue reading
Whilst shopping today in the local high st what can only be described as an ear splitting wail of sheer despair rose up above the crowd. It was a chilling sound that brought the street almost to a standstill as we all searched for the source of that heart-rending cry.
Some distance away, across the main square, a young woman was fleeing from the bank (?- may have been a shop), with a handful of papers, yelling at the top of her lungs in obvious distress. She scuttled across the square and into an alleyway between shops on the far side, but her anguish could still be heard quite plainly. This was a full scale melt-down in progress.
I dropped into the local unisex hairdresser today to enquire about the price of a haircut.
The prices on the door were ambiguous – quoting at least five totals for a ‘hair experience’. That phrase alone should have rung warning bells! This is a shop, I might add, which seldom appears to have customers when I walk past.)But as it is local I thought I’d give it a try – support local businesses.
Me: Hello. How much do you charge for a dry cut?
Proprietor: That would be £25.
Me: For a dry cut?
P: Well… £20?
Me: How much do you charge men for a dry cut?
P: £12.5o if its me – or £9.00 if its the trainee.
Me: Why the big difference?
P: … er… well women’s hair takes longer.
Me: A dry cut should be the same surely?
P: (looking bewildered) well… no. Women’s hair takes longer.
Me: Okay. Thank you… (*leaves without making an appointment)
I don’t mind paying £20 if that is what the haircut costs at that establishment. But being charged around twice the amount for the same service purely on the basis of my gender?
The question that immediately springs to mind is:
Are the men being short changed because the stylist is giving them less time and attention? Or are we women really just being exploited?
Answers on a postcard…
Writers are nosy beasts by nature, so listening in on other conversations in public spaces is a given. Mostly it is snippets. Those ‘And I said to her…’ moments. All grist to the writing mill.
Now and then you get to hear a whole conversation and very very occasionally you feel compelled to step in because you can stand it no longer.
Last weekend was a gremlin-fuelled rolling catalogue of things ‘going wrong.’ None of the things going awry were life-threatening, but thoroughly exasperating when they ran into each other like a flock of myopic chickens!
It began on Saturday morning when the silver chain that I wear at all times got caught on the corner of a kitchen cupboard and the catch (on the chain) snapped in half. It is one of those things that I feel lost without so a small string of expletives followed, but as Peter and I were mid-clean in preparation for a house viewing I put the pieces in a safe place and carried on; fully intending to go back and repair it later. Continue reading
Dropped in to Tesco for a few bits and pieces and decided that as it was busy and there were queues it would be quicker to use the self-service checkout.
How wrong could I be.
The first four items refused to scan for me; ‘unknown item in the baggage area’, each time requiring the staff member to come and reset it. Continue reading
With winter well under way there is little colour in the garden but indoors is rather a different matter. I have south facing windows that seem to be perfect for orchids and I take full advantage of it. Continue reading