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 Lily has long hair and for a number of reasons we only get it cut a couple of times a year.  Today is one of those times.

This will involve me knocking on her door in about 10 minutes and reminding her to get up so that we can go in an hour and 10 minutes time. She's been looking dreadful - no self care, same sleeping clothes for the last 4 days, unbrushed hair.  I would expect her to take a long time to feel good enough about going out and to present herself in a salon and spend an hour looking at herself in the mirror in public. Well hopefully not an hour. 

I am dreading the whole thing and finding it difficult to put my mind to anything else until it is done.

Husband has suggested I leave and tell her I will meet her there - along the lines of exam mornings.  This is a good idea except the appointment is with my hairdresser, someone to whom I have a commitment and a long relationship which is important to me.  I suppose it's similar to my concern for the art teacher a few weeks ago.  

It's good to notice that, so I can catch myself taking the situation personally.  Dammit.  I've taken 10 minutes to write this...wish me luck




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