Feathers fly at the salon

Isn't it wonderful how from disaster can often come great things?

At a drinks party in the village, an immaculate lady asked me, "So, have you discovered our wonderful secret yet - the Salon?"

"Oh, yes!" chimed a second, "Yes, indeed", added a third, fingering her feathered fringe. I noticed that they did all have lovely hair - and, indeed, exactly the same hair.

So on Friday morning I took the challenge and visited the Salon.

The hairdresser was very nice. We talked about how highly recommended the salon came. And how all the ladies in the village have the same hairstyle. "Oh yes," she nodded, "the highlighted inverted bob. It's very fashionable at the minute."

Despite insisting that - although lovely - it wasn't for me, I emerged half an hour later with the said inverted bob. I drove home in a rage, almost ramming a tractor and scattering cows along the way. I found some scissors in the kitchen drawer and cut off all the inverted bits and sliced off the feathers. I worked at it for a good ten minutes.

Soon afterwards I went to a wedding in London where everyone said, "Your hair is amazing!" So there you have it. It's by far the best hair cut I've ever had. And although it is rather eccentric to cut one's own hair, with the onslaught of this worst-ever recession that everyone's going on about, it's probably not a bad skill to have. ·