Friday, 28 June 2013

Nutella is not a good look. Trust me. By Bessie

Tom has finished college now so we has him home all day.  We likes this, he takes us for a nice walk every day and then when Mummy comes home from work we go for another walk.

The people who are buying our house are back off holiday now so we hoping they get on with all the solicitor stuff and that and we can get a moving date soon.  We is ready and keen to get on with it now.  Actually we has been ready and keen for over a year.

Last night after school Katie asks if she can go and get her hair cut so Mummy and her and Bryn go to Tesco.    Not to buy scissors, they has a hairdressers in there and everything.   So they go to the hairdresser and ask if they has any appointments but they can't do it for another hour so they wanders round the shop for a bit.   They look at all the make up.   They give each other make overs.   Mummy goes for a poo.   Bryn goes for a poo.   They read the magazines.    They buy drinks and birds eye potato waffles waffly versatile for tea and cereal for breakfast.  They choose new hair colours.   Mummy likes bright orange.   Katie likes brown.   Mummy says every pack of dye she picks up is exactly the same as Katie's own hair.   They buy hair gel.    They spray perfume until a perfume girl comes over to help.   So Katie says she wants this particular perfume but she can't remember the name but she has a little one that she got out of a set for christmas.   "I have it here," she says and starts pulling things out of her blazer pocket.    This is what Katie had in her pocket (bearing in mind she's been to school, this is what she thinks she needs in school):    2 biros (one leaking and has leaked on everything else in her pocket), bottle of perfume, mascara, eyeliner pencil, Mummy's watch.   And all the time she is pulling things out of her pocket the girl is waiting to sell them some perfume.   Anyway she is disappointed cos they don't sell the perfume that Katie had in her pocket, or the other two perfumes that she has on her wishlist.

Then they go back to the hairdresser and Katie has her hair cut while Mummy reads Grand Designs magazine and Good Housekeeping magazine and Bryn kicks the chairs until Mummy screams at him to stop.

While Mummy and Bryn are waiting they see a lady go into the tanning booth normal colour and come out looking like she got dipped in nutella.   We do not recommend you do this to yourself.  It doesn't look nice.

After Katie has finished having her hair done, which takes ages cos she is so fussy, she says to Mummy that she thinks Bryn should have his done while they are there.   Mummy looks at Bryn's massive quiff and thinks Katie is probably right but wishes she had said this 3 hours ago cos there is now a queue.   So Mummy pays for both haircuts and they sit down and wait for the hairdresser.    Katie shows the hairdresser a picture on her phone of a haircut that she likes and Mummy says it's OK for Katie to choose so long as a) Bryn likes it and b) He doesn't look stupid.

So the hairdresser is doing Bryn's hair and Katie keeps going over with "helpful" suggestions and the hairdresser looks like she is getting a bit fed up of being told how to do her job by a teenager.  So Mummy tells Katie to leave the poor woman alone and Katie says she is going to look at the hair sprays but while she is gone the hairdresser comes over to Mummy and Mummy thinks she is going to ask Mummy if the haircut is OK but no, she wants to know where Katie has gone so she can ask Katie if it OK!   Haha, Mummy think she is the one paying for the flippin haircut.  So Mummy goes to fetch Katie and Katie approves of the haircut and they leave, finally three and a half hours and a box of defrosted potato waffles later.

Then they come home and make our tea and have their tea and we go upstairs to watch Eastenders but Carly and Lotty are in a silly mood and play fight all the way through Eastenders so we watch but not hear.   Some girl got drunk and fell over.  Some woman got sad and fell over.  Some man got cross and kicked over a bin.   The end.

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