Scissors, paper, rock

I may be facing a unique dilemma: how do you pick between two good hairdressers. Not how do you find a good stylist: every woman knows that is done through demanding to know who cuts a friend’s hair and then switching to them. And switching hairdressers is normally easy: you go to the new one, the one you’ve poached from a friend, and forget the previous one existed. I’m in the different position of having to chose between two equally good – but different – hairdressers at the same salon.

I’ve been with K for a while, having loved their work on a friend. A few weeks ago I had to have a cut and K was on holiday. With massive amounts of trepidation, I accepted the salon’s suggestion of J. When you have a thickcut fringe bang on your eyebrows, a new stylist is terrifying: they’re going to put scissors right next to your eyes. And a new stylist also means explaining your current cut instead of saying “about an inch off”. K and J are very different personalities. K is that most blissful of things: a silent stylist. J is camper than John Barrowman. K knows my cut and dries it messy or neat depending on my need. J changed the style a bit but did a lovely job of drying it so it was pure Manga cartoon. I sort of want to continue with J but I also want to stay with K. I need my hair cutting this week, and Tuesday is the only free day. But both J and K work on Tuesdays so I have to choose between them….argh!

Meanwhile: Sébastian’s new kill count:

  • Rodents:
    Rats – 1
    Mice – 35 36
    Voles – 11
  • Birds:
    Sparrows – 5
    Dunnocks – 1
    Robin – 1
    Wood-pigeon – 1
    Uncertain – 8
  • Other:
    Frogs – 1
    Unidentifiable remains – 3
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