As I headed out into the falling snowflakes to catch the bus to the tube station yesterday morning, I prepared myself for the trauma of catching the tube at 0845. After failing to get on three trains, and watching people squish in against all the odds, despite half their asses actually outside of the door, I was eternally grateful that I work in the nothingness that is Hammersmith. After finally making it to the Toni & Guy Academy, getting into the Advance section again, oh yea, (as testament to the quality of haircut received here I overheard a girl saying that she wanted her hair like mine, two months post cut!!) I relaxed under my botched cape (the printers has put the Toni & Guy logo backwards) trying not to fall asleep as I waited under those harsh, salon light. As I chatted to my stylist (who I'm sure was being hit on by the tutor!!) I discovered that she was from a salon in Denmark!!! Alarmingly, her reaction when I told her I was going there on Saturday was "oh, why?" But when I told her I was going to Aarhus, she assured me that it was a happening city where people really know how to party, and not to bother booking a hotel. She fixed me up with a short do, and after getting a few shots taken, I headed out the door feeling a little bit more optimistic about my appearance; given the calibre of this Dane, it would have been pretty darn sad wandering around Aarhus looking like a ragamuffin.
With hair trimmings poking me like a hedgehog crawling around under 
my jumper, I attempted to do some browsing on Oxford Street, but only lasted half an hour as I still cannot handle the madness that they call shopping here!! So I headed home bagless, to find a mega sized box that I could barely carry up the stairs let alone fit through the hallway waiting for me! Keat, Belinda and Sienna had sent me a gourmet hamper, filled with the most luxurious items. Fran and I chowed through a box of Belgian truffles that night : ) I was so overcome by the excitement of receiving such an impressive parcel that when the woman from the market research company called regarding a paid mobile phone focus group, I forgot to lie about my age and the fact that I purchase mobiles on the basis that they have basic text abilities and on the cheaper end of the scale as opposed to their latest gadgets and aesthetic. Possibly a good thing as it would have been on Monday night, and I most probably will only make it to 8pm before my eyes shut for a long slumber. Despite the 50 quid loss, all is well, as in approximately 14 hours I will be getting up for the most stylish birthday I've ever had, starting with an arduous journey to Stansted Airport; one year older, my hair one inch shorter, and one box of chocolates heavier. I can't wait!!
my jumper, I attempted to do some browsing on Oxford Street, but only lasted half an hour as I still cannot handle the madness that they call shopping here!! So I headed home bagless, to find a mega sized box that I could barely carry up the stairs let alone fit through the hallway waiting for me! Keat, Belinda and Sienna had sent me a gourmet hamper, filled with the most luxurious items. Fran and I chowed through a box of Belgian truffles that night : ) I was so overcome by the excitement of receiving such an impressive parcel that when the woman from the market research company called regarding a paid mobile phone focus group, I forgot to lie about my age and the fact that I purchase mobiles on the basis that they have basic text abilities and on the cheaper end of the scale as opposed to their latest gadgets and aesthetic. Possibly a good thing as it would have been on Monday night, and I most probably will only make it to 8pm before my eyes shut for a long slumber. Despite the 50 quid loss, all is well, as in approximately 14 hours I will be getting up for the most stylish birthday I've ever had, starting with an arduous journey to Stansted Airport; one year older, my hair one inch shorter, and one box of chocolates heavier. I can't wait!! 
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