Miserylocks

When in the dramatic depths of misery and despair and general unhappiness, I am not one for curling into a ball, eating copious amounts of ice cream or indulging generally in any sort of self-sabotaging. Hell no. I might be miserable but I don’t have to look it! Although quietly sobbing behind my mask as I shop my way round Tesco might suggest I do indeed look it too!

I recently took myself to my friend Zoe who runs a little salon in my former ‘hood to give me a much-needed hair transformation. It looked as down as I feel. I wanted it brought to life with tints of caramel and gold and anything else my dark hair could handle.

I’m miserable but my hair is ecstatic! The girl is a total magician with hair.

Now I cry my way round Tesco with amazing hair sticking to my tears of misery.