I better get changed and wake Jane up. Boy she can sleep. I’ve already had breakfast and she hasn’t even stirred yet. I might have to splash some cold water on her if we want to get to the hairdressers today.



I finally woke Jane up and made her a cup of tea.
Dave had the car so we caught a cab to the salon.
When we get there the first thing I notice is 3 hairdressers standing at empty chairs-not a good sign.
‘What do you reckon?’ I ask Jane.
‘I’m game if you are are’



Jane jumps into the first chair while I’m more apprehensive.
Other people start to enter the shop but none of them none of them sit in the chairs. They just wander around.
I tentatively walk over and take a seat in the second chair. Looking over at Jane I see bit’s of hair flying everywhere. I can’t even see her head because it’s immersed in a cloud of pink hairspray.



Well her hairdresser looks confident enough and mine seems friendly as she asks what I’d like done.
‘Er, just a trim today thanks’

As she cuts away an old man comes to watch. I want to ask him to shove off but I don’t want to open my mouth for fear of choking to death.



I try to look at Jane but I can’t see through the hairspray. My eyes are starting to water.
If i shut them, hopefully when I open them again it will all be worth it.
I can hear Jane speaking.
‘It looks great, thanks’
She must be done.
Ok my turn-breathe



oh god, she botched it!

I thank her weakly and try to force a smile.

Outside Jane asks me what I think of my new ‘do’
‘I HATE it!
‘really?’
‘it’s way too short! I only asked for a trim!’
‘it’s not that bad’
‘It is Jane, It’s all choppy and she cut my fringe off!’
‘you should go in there and say something’
‘what’s the point, we already paid up front, let’s just go’



‘What happened to your hair?’
‘shut up Dave, I’m not in the mood’
‘Nice’



Great now I’m crying.
My hair looks awful.
I’m supposed to be getting married soon, this is just great!

‘Heeey, what’s wrong’
‘My hair, that’s what’s wrong!’
‘Your hair looks fine, I was just teasing’
‘I hate it Dave, she hacked it, we're about to be married and i'm going to look like a witch on our wedding day!'
‘It doesn’t matter to me what your hair looks like, and you don't look like a witch’



‘well it matters to me!’
‘Hey, I don’t know much about hair stuff but there’s still a bit of time before the wedding, maybe you could find someone to fix it, hell, you’re pretty good with doing your own hair you could probably fix it yourself, but honestly, it doesn’t look that bad, at least it’s not bright purple’
‘haha’
‘come onnn, cheer up, you know you always look beautiful to me'



‘wipe your tears hun, I’ll make you one of those chocolate things you like’


‘these are really yummy....i'm sorry for snapping at you before’



‘you were upset, it’s no big deal, preparation for married life'
'not funny'