At long last, thanks to my dear Aunty Caroline, the hair problem seems to be somewhat solved. Apple cider vinegar is a miracle. I wish I knew about this a long time ago. It seems like a great alternative to conditioner in general. My hair is honestly so soft.
And thanks to my McAllister, I have a very high performing hair dryer in England. It only took me about 30 minutes to get through my layers and layers of hair. Do women actually do this every day? I’m obviously late to the game – I usually can’t be bothered to do much of anything with my hair. Thank god for hair straighteners! They were invented for lazy women with crazy hair like mine. Although, with the level of sophistication here in how people put themselves together, I’m thinking a good blow out every couple of days will be a necessity. It’s funny – I wouldn’t mind paying someone else to blowdry my hair for me. It would be a luxury. But in actuality, it would take probably twice as long to go to the salon, sit there and then pay. And yet it still sounds fantastic. Maybe that’s because my arms feel like Jello after being raised for so long. Double duty – straight hair and an arm workout.
And just as I step out this morning, it starts to rain. Now that I’m back inside, it has stopped. Of course! However, this may be shaping up to be the best day so far in London. As I was walking along the street – cursing my umbrella for being so cheap and uncooperative – a girl, with a French accent, walks by and comments that she really likes my outfit! I fit in! I think I get bonus style points because she was French as well.
So now that I’ve got a bit more pep in my step – also thanks to glorious caffeine – I get to check out my first design show: Grand Designs Live. I sincerely hope it’s better than the BC Home & Garden Show. At the first sight of a mop that also is capable of making dinner, I’m out of there.
I should also fill you in as many were concerned about Phil. He is much more relaxed at work now and has figured out the transit situation. Although, there’s not much you can do about rambling drunks that consider the train a great place to meet new people. His new colleagues took him out for a pint after work yesterday. He was most surprised that none of them were big drinkers. He was quite concerned that they’d find him strange and awkward, because his Hemachromatosis doesn’t allow him to drink much. The opposite was the case though. Some of them were even vegetarians, so Phil could eat his meatless pizza in peace yesterday! It’s funny how we project what something is going to look like and most times we are wrong. Actually, pretty much always we are wrong.
And I’m no longer sick. I’ve been better for the last few days. Forgot to mention that. So I guess I’m not allergic to London after all.