We had to call in the fourth emergency service the other day– no, it wasn’t the coastguard nor mountain rescue, it wasn’t even the AA. It was Mrs T’s hairdresser and the emergency was Toddlernator the Terrible’s hair.
Mrs T had put up with one too many “isn’t she lovely’’ comments and decided to take the scissors to his locks.
I say scissors but judging by the state of his hair it was probably pinking shears. She had rang me in a panic. “Send me pictures,’’ I said thinking she was over-reacting and it was no worse than a bit of an uneven fringe.’’
She wasn’t. The pictures were from four angles and it looked like the poor little sod had four different haircuts (you can see the mullet and the bob above).
She had already got an “emergency’’ appointment with her hairdresser, who thankfully rescued the situation.
She did warn Mrs T: “If you go near his hair again I’ll charge you double!’’