Life is pretty hectic at the moment. Only 9 more sleeps until Strictly Come Dancing.
It's not only rehearsals that are taking up time, it's all the other bits and pieces...
costume fittings, leg waxing, eyebrow threading, shellac nails, spray tan, the list goes on and on.
A suitable hairstyle also has to be chosen. As the tango needs a dramatic upstyle I took my hair extensions out of hibernation. To my horror I realised that when I bought them they matched my hair which was much blonder at the time. There is no way that they would match in now.
I was heading into town to shop, so I popped into my local hairdresser. The salon was full of women with heads covered with tinfoil, while others were sweltering under hairdryers. My conversation with my hairdresser went like this.
ME: Hi Ger, I'm wondering if I can leave in my hair to get it coloured.
GER: Sure. What do you want done?
ME: I want it to blend in with the rest of my hair.
GER: Sure. I'll put in some caramel highlights.
ME: When will it be ready?
GER: I'm not sure. I'll give you a text when it's done and you can come back and collect it.
ME: Great. I'm off shopping.
As I exited the salon into the uncharacteristic Irish sunshine, I could sense the envy radiating from the other
If only I could leave my other bits and bobs into the appropriate grooming venues I'd have time to do everything!