At last I get Jessie (kickin n screamin) to the hairdresser.
Her hair looks like she combed it with a firecracker (I should have taken a picture). She’s been washing it daily and tying it up in a bun. She’s not combing it all out daily.
I drop her off with Tom and buzz to work. They’ll walk back home via the shops.
“Just get a trim, don’t have it ‘straightened’ as you’ll be swimming all week – it’s not worth it” are my instructions.
So I get a whatsapp pic:
And then a hurried phone call:
“Don’t worry Dad, I paid for Jess to have her hair straightened with my own pocket money” says her loving younger brother! Talking fast, pre-empting a bollocksing. “My own pocket money” means “an advance which I have yet to ask you for”.
Knows how to arse-creep, that one.
I had also given them the grocery money (Cecelia is away), which is now diminished thanks to the extra hair spend.
“Dad, I bought you a rump steak and choc mint Ola ice cream”. Both his favourites.
The pictures tell what a contrasting pair of personalities they have.
Great pic too.
And YOU got the steak and ice cream – winning all the way, I’d say.