It was time for another visit to Trevor Sorbie, my hairdresser in Brighton since March 2009.
I really like going there. For one thing, they know me by name at the reception counter, and cry 'Hello, Lucy!' every time I pop in. It makes you wonder whether they get special face-recognition training. Or whether, as you enter, sophisticated cameras instantly scan a photo archive, get a match on your face, and flash your name up on the counter screen! Perhaps they just naturally take such an interest in their clients, so that they remember who you are from month to month.
Georgia on reception is one in particular who always gives me a warm welcome, and it makes me feel special and valued. And it's not just reception. Even the girls who wash your hair and massage your head - and how I love firm fingers on my head as I lie back, something I get nowhere else - know who you are. Robyn is my usual for the wash and massage, although today I had Chloë, who was sporting a daring hair cut with one segment of it blonde, while the rest was chestnut. So we discussed hair colours. Not that I have any intention of colouring my hair. And indeed, while waiting for my stylist, Morgan, to take me off, I was chatting to a woman who had come in after me to get her hair recoloured. She thought I was so lucky to have a naturally attractive hair colour, and she begged me to stay with it. Well, you don't ignore such comments, do you?
This was the last time I would see Morgan for a while. She is flying off on Christmas Day evening for the Far East, travelling with a girl friend, and not returning till early May. A holiday of a lifetime, certainly as regards duration! Another stylist at Trevor Sorbie, Alison, is to be her official substitute; and last time Alison sat with us, to note carefully what Morgan did with my hair. I'm sure I shall be in very good hands, but I shall miss Morgan, and I really hope she does come back.
Anyway, I had a Christmas card ready for Morgan, with goofy reindeer on it. We swapped news of course. She brought me a second large glass of wine (the wine came free) and a mince pie (I protested over the pie, but cheerfully gave in), and after the cut, and the blow-dry with a little hair twirling to give me a slightly ruffled look, we gathered at reception for payment and farewells. And a little photography! Here's Georgia and another girl beckoning Morgan to join them for a group shot, and the three of them together (Georgia centre, Morgan right):
And here's Morgan with me:
They are all gorgeous girls. What they must think of frumpy me!
Afterwards I met my friend Alice outside a pub, the one who has 'starred' in a film, and we went in for lunch and a couple more drinks. What a life.