I’ll admit, I haven’t been to the hairdresser in five or six years, but still, it’s one of the best things there is.

There’s a scene in ‘Orange is the New Black’ where Piper starts crying when Sophia starts washing her hair for her in the lean-back sink. The reason she cries at that moment is because it’s been a long time since she’s been touched. I’ll underline her explanation – it’s not romantic, it’s just the feeling of being cared for by another person.

I totally get it.


We’ll not focus on how pathetic I have been, because this is a positive post, but there was a time there where I was reduced down to my component parts. It really did take a very long time for me to remember that I am more than jokes and cooking. At the time I’m thinking of, I wasn’t even that.

It was difficult. All I will say is: If you’re considering dating an estate agent, good luck.

I don’t recommend it.

Anyway, I was feeling pretty appalling and two friends of mine, Stacey and Charlotte, were training to be hairdressers. Whether they really needed someone to practise on, or they sensed the sadness in me, I don’t know, but I went in, and Stacey gave me great hair and the attitude to go with it.

Gawd bless, Stacey. That day meant the world to me.