One minute it was there. Then it was gone. Rapunzel ...without the witch. Self-inflicted devastation to the crowning glory of three children. It is the age-old fascination with scissors - creativity mixed in with mischieviousness. A gaggle of cousins sneak upstairs, giggle and know that the scolding they are GOING to get will be so worth it .... what fun can be had with hair!The result: Punk hair for Clare. Eighties flick for Jane. Pixie non-fringe for Andrew ..... and my sister with a hair problem of her own ...another grey hair....from the stress of anticipating what I might say on my return.
Ultimitely: Can we replace it? No. Can we laugh about it? Yes. My aunt said: "may this be the worst ill you suffer". Perspective mummies, please.
