Standing in the queue for a coffee this morning, I couldn’t help noticing that the blonde woman in front of me wore her hair in a bob-length cut.
It looked very nice, very smart.
And she wore a black, long-sleeved sweater.
My fingers were itching to pick those two long blonde hairs off the back of the jumper!
I managed to restrain myself, but it wasn’t easy.
B.
Well done. You can get arrested for that sort of thing, you know. I often feel the same when I see dandruff dusted over people’s shoulders – but I manage to restrain myself. We’re obviously both perfectionists.
Mya x
I once spend a whole 3h lecture wondering whether or not I should discretely let the teacher I was assisting know that the label of her shirt was sticking out (for everybody to see each time she was writing on the board).
Bearing in mind what trouble you got into for Just Looking a few posts back, it’s probably for the best!
You weren’t behind me were you Bren?
Sooz, are you saying you want me to pull out your hair? 🙂