Cold Comfort
Slowly she inched towards me with a sharp implement in her hand. The damage she would inflict upon me would be cruel and terrifying.
My hairdresser had a cold and I would soon have a taste of the suffering she was experiencing.
The hairdressers I go to is not a state of the art affair with designer fittings and hairdressers with names like Anton and Marcus. Instead it’s a very small room filled with hairspray and mousse ready to fall from narrow counters and also doubles as a men’s barbers. A young boy was in the chair next to me in the barbers section eyed up his hairdresser with a deep suspicion.
With the usual pleasantaries over (ie “Are you doing anything nice tonight?” “No, are you?” “No” “Oh Well then”) she proceeded to tell me that she had a really wretched cold. A cold which, by her heroic attempts to struggle into work, I was now destined to catch. To give her her due she was able to tame the disaster zone which my hair had become but she also left the seeds of her virus in amongst the remaining follicles. This act of sharing complete, when next I touched my hair the cold time bomb would be released to choke my system.
My hair looked good but the timebomb duly went off. The sore throat started and I immediately took some Echinacea. Sadly this didn’t seem to have much effect but I took more just in case my cold would have been worse had I not taken any. Next I started to cough and tried some lockets. Strangely however, the coughing got worse the more lockets I took so I stopped that. By the time the runny nose started I know that the game was up and I might as well accept that I had a cold. Well, share and share alike I always say so I then took it into my own work and liberally spread it around.
I’m still snuffling. I wonder if I should go back to the hairdressers and give her it back?
My hairdresser had a cold and I would soon have a taste of the suffering she was experiencing.
The hairdressers I go to is not a state of the art affair with designer fittings and hairdressers with names like Anton and Marcus. Instead it’s a very small room filled with hairspray and mousse ready to fall from narrow counters and also doubles as a men’s barbers. A young boy was in the chair next to me in the barbers section eyed up his hairdresser with a deep suspicion.
With the usual pleasantaries over (ie “Are you doing anything nice tonight?” “No, are you?” “No” “Oh Well then”) she proceeded to tell me that she had a really wretched cold. A cold which, by her heroic attempts to struggle into work, I was now destined to catch. To give her her due she was able to tame the disaster zone which my hair had become but she also left the seeds of her virus in amongst the remaining follicles. This act of sharing complete, when next I touched my hair the cold time bomb would be released to choke my system.
My hair looked good but the timebomb duly went off. The sore throat started and I immediately took some Echinacea. Sadly this didn’t seem to have much effect but I took more just in case my cold would have been worse had I not taken any. Next I started to cough and tried some lockets. Strangely however, the coughing got worse the more lockets I took so I stopped that. By the time the runny nose started I know that the game was up and I might as well accept that I had a cold. Well, share and share alike I always say so I then took it into my own work and liberally spread it around.
I’m still snuffling. I wonder if I should go back to the hairdressers and give her it back?
10 comments:
Lemon and Ginger tea. Works wonders on the old cold.
Hello, hope you're not too miserable with the cold. If it makes you feel any better, I had my haircut yesterday, and the "barber" seemed to spend most of the time chatting to someone else behind me. Suffice to say I'm scalped. And look a bit scary. Scarier.
Thanks for asking, the job is going...not so well. I think I need an adventure to distract me. Still, back to the Jurys Inn tomorrow night for a couple of nights of dodgy vegetarian lasagne.
Look after yourself, hot bath and Lemon and Ginger tea. Take care.
Thanks Gari. Sorry to hear that the job is not going so well. Hopefully things will pick up. Roll on any potential adventures. Your experience at the barbers sounds scary. I always think that mens barbers look a bit scary anyway. No wonder the lad in mine was looking so concerned.
Gwen, good to have you back! Remember, when you are in the Hairdresser's Chair, you are captive. They have free reign to spatter the back of your head with their germ-laden spume, at the very same time they are evening out that tricky bit at the back.
There's nothing we can do ( short of wearing a surgical mask each time we pop in for a trim).
Thanks ISBW. Mmm. I like the idea of a surgical mask. However I might get mistaken for Michael Jackson and I don't fancy hair like his!!
Sorry about the cold, but welcome back.
With all the work with teenagers you do, you know it's nice to share, so snog someone you don't like at the office party and pass it on !
Thanks Auntie Gwen. What an excellent idea for the office party. I think I will give that a try.
Absolutely, definitely give it back!! Hope you feel better soon.
You did like your hair by the way, didn't you?!
Crystal xx
my hair is only calm & tidy after hairdresser has been, l have had too many colds this winter......
Thanks Crystal. The hair was lovely too.
I know exactly how you feel Muddy Boots
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