Head-turning bob left me feeling so bubbly

MY DaUGhTeR decided I ought to have my hair done at the famous Daniel Galvin salon in London because she was having an exhibition and I had to look ‘my very best’! I left shropshire with £200 in cash and my chequebook, thinking that would surely be enough to finance my hairdo. When I arrived at the salon, my daughter said: ‘My treat, Mummy, so don’t worry.’ I felt unashamedly relieved. I swapped my coat for a gown and my stylist, Precious, glided up to me to discuss my hairstyle aspirations. after my hair had been washed, I had a head massage and was then led to my chair. I was served delicious salmon sandwiches and a glass of fizz, then the alchemy began. Precious made polite, quiet conversation as the scissors flew through my outgrown, outdated country mane. The warmth of the hairdryer and glass of bubbles had their effect and I was in an almost comatose state of relaxation. The result was the best bob I’ve ever had. Precious was, indeed, a genius. My daughter ushered me to the powder room, where we replenished our make-up and sprayed ourselves with scent. at reception, my daughter lagged behind, chatting to a stylist, so I was handed the bill. as I’d feared, it was huge — equivalent to a winter’s supply of hay for my Connemara pony and three rescue shetlands. I paid up, and my daughter promised to refund me later. as we hailed a taxi, a handsome, impeccably dressed man gave me a winning smile. suddenly the price of horse feed was of the least importance.