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Open/closed/open/closed again...
Dec. 18th, 2020 08:00 pmWe´re going straight into another lockdown starting on December 26th. Today evening we got the happy news of another round of shops and service companies closed. And, of course, we are supposed to stay at home all day long, until January 18th. Again. And even on January 18th lockdown will end only for those who will get themselves tested. What has been voluntary now turns into a sanction. Might be a shot in the foot. People are fed up already. Fortunately I decided to reject the idea of gifting vouchers for gastronomy to my offspring. There won´t be many inns left which will get reopened after such a prolonged close-down, and I am no clairvoyant to tell which ones will get their act together. No skiing, also. Maybe some pranksters will obtain skidoos, to organize a shuttle up the piste. Won´t be long until police stops them, as in the case of the jet-skier who drove from Scotland to the Isle of Man, to visit his girlfriend...
From black to grey and back again: Last spring I decided to let my once almost black then brownish dyed hair grow out to grey. It´s no fun to recolour every four weeks, besides, I wanted my hair a nice shade of blonde, which never happened, even though I used blonde colourant. At the end of summer I started shedding. Not as bad as the year before, but I always have had fine hair, so a trip to the drugstore was in order, to get haircaps for sufficient supply of minerals to strengthen the root of the hair- now guess what happened: Those last weeks I wondered why it took so long for my hair to turn grey. And why the hair at the back of my scalp seemed to be even darker than usual. Another sharp glance, this time at my receding hairline, did indeed solve a riddle- those hairs I had lost there had been white. The new ones were - almost black! Whoot! Whoot again! Black and white! If I have to look like Cruella I want a Dalmatian, too. I fear that I will have to engage the services of my coiffeur to get all that unwanted colour out. Then again, last time she tried to decolour I turned into a female Pumuckl. It did not look that bad because I had been forty then, but I´m no spring chicken today, and red does not suit me, never has!
I am running out of photos, charge cable must be defect, I´ll have to borrow hubby´s one to get more onto my PC!
From black to grey and back again: Last spring I decided to let my once almost black then brownish dyed hair grow out to grey. It´s no fun to recolour every four weeks, besides, I wanted my hair a nice shade of blonde, which never happened, even though I used blonde colourant. At the end of summer I started shedding. Not as bad as the year before, but I always have had fine hair, so a trip to the drugstore was in order, to get haircaps for sufficient supply of minerals to strengthen the root of the hair- now guess what happened: Those last weeks I wondered why it took so long for my hair to turn grey. And why the hair at the back of my scalp seemed to be even darker than usual. Another sharp glance, this time at my receding hairline, did indeed solve a riddle- those hairs I had lost there had been white. The new ones were - almost black! Whoot! Whoot again! Black and white! If I have to look like Cruella I want a Dalmatian, too. I fear that I will have to engage the services of my coiffeur to get all that unwanted colour out. Then again, last time she tried to decolour I turned into a female Pumuckl. It did not look that bad because I had been forty then, but I´m no spring chicken today, and red does not suit me, never has!
I am running out of photos, charge cable must be defect, I´ll have to borrow hubby´s one to get more onto my PC!
