Blue Skies

Blue Skies

Blue Skies

Blue skies over London yesterday, but suddenly so much colder. Time to dig out the gloves and scarves.
I had a haircut. I was getting more and more concerned about my lengthening fringe. In the wrong light it reminded me of Jimmy Saville. Not good. Not good at all.
The hairdresser at Vidal Sassoon Academy had given up banking to train as a hairdresser. She couldn’t face another thirty years at the bank. I admired her courage. It is hard to give up a good salary, hard to fly in the face of general opinion that sees banking as a good career and hairdressing as rather lower down the scale. She applied her evident intelligence to my hair and the result was the best cut I have had for a couple of years. True, I had hair envy of the woman sitting beside me who was around my age and had glossy and very straight hair. I do like my waves, but the perfect bob, which was what she was having, on such hair, looks so wonderful. My hair does what it likes.
We were both agreed that the music playing in the background was less than inspired. Give me some good rock ‘n’ roll any day she said. How about some Stones? They didn’t have the Stones, but the music was changed and was a bit livelier. No wonder you need those disco biscuits to keep you going she said. This is music to fall asleep to. I had noticed that she had her eyes closed for most of her haircut.
I was reading. I finished the biography of Beatrix Potter which I enjoyed much much more than I could have anticipated, and started on Colm Tóibín’s Testament of Mary which is wonderfully readable and an inspired piece of writing. It was short listed for the Booker Prize, which doesn’t surprise me.
I was reading on the bus on the way home. A waste in a way, because I had the front seat on the upper deck; the Rolls Royce of bus seats; like flying First Class on Concorde. But I looked up at Parliament Square and couldn’t resist fishing out my ‘phone to take this, the clock tower is such an icon.
 From the Top Deck of the 148


From the Top Deck of the 148


I need to go to das Boot and get it ready for winter as I am not planning to be there again until the spring. Older Nephew will come with me on Friday to empty the holding tank (does that mean slurry? asked Nephew) provided the weather is ok, and we’ll moor up to ahve lunch at the pub on the way back. So all is well.
I shall see Aunt, and hope we can arrange for her to be able to attend a special service on Sunday at the chapel where we had Mother’s funeral. It is to remember all those who have died in the parish this year.
So just now, MasterB is running about outside while I get sorted. He will be largely confined for the next few days, so this bit of freedom is important. Now to get on with the day.

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15 thoughts on “Blue Skies

  1. Life here has been manic & very unsettling. I have not spent time with your blog & have missed it so it was good to settle to a calm, interesting & comforting read. Thank you my friend!

  2. Lovely photos…..yes the cold weather is arriving here as well and while it feels good NOW, I suspect in about 3 or 4 weeks we’ll be missing this “in between” stage. Closing down das Boot is a sure sign of changing weather….glad you have help with the project though!

    Pam

  3. Loved those pictures! Last time I cycled in London was in weather just like that! :-)

    Shame you didn’t post a pic of the barnet, Isobel! :-) The girl who cut my hair last time worked at Sassoon’s! She couldn’t really do anything geometric with my thatch tho as it’s not the kind of hair to hang flat and straight and do as it’s told! Have a lovely time on Das Boot.

    • You know me, I do not post my pic on the web.
      I love Sassoon’s because they cut so well. My first ever cut with them cost 50p and it was brilliant. The guy thought if it was layered it would curl and it did, a lot. People I knew quite well didn’t recognise me.

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