I was hoping that after a hard day of work I could relax and write LJ about "Not in my backyard" residents of the Waterside near Southampton; or intelligent comments on the pro-life/abortion debate after catching a bit of the Channel 4 documentary last night.
But no, my life, which was going so well, has just become hugely traumatic.
The time before last I visited the parental units I had my hair TRIMMED. This involved having varying amounts of straggly hair removed from my back, and left me with "long-ish hair" but neater.
Today I tried the same. Only the hairdresser has clearly had too much of their stimulant of choice. And they have gone overboard.
I'm entering shock. And just before Whitby too. I seem to have really quite sensible length hair. If it were someone else I would hoot with derision, but instead I'm contemplating clippers, bleach or simply hiding for the next six months.
If nothing else this had better reset the bloody karma-meter...