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HAIRCUT HELL

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...a gentle trim Have you ever noticed people's reactions to a new haircut? There are 2 types  - " ah LOVE your hair!!" and then, " oh,(pregnant pause) you've had a haircut." The first is induced by admiration. The second by utter shock and revulsion...but with an accent on diplomacy. You have probably already guessed that I have had a haircut. And yes OF COURSE I am in the second category!  I have suffered two weeks of, Oh have you cut your hair?   You've had a hair cut?  You hair is shorter?  Nice hair colour! DAH! I will admit that have been reduced to replying with juvenille type comments, " no shrunk in the wash" " no had a neck stretch" which have been meet with nervous laughter from the questioners who then really wished they had said nothing at all about my awful awful chop! I have even had those who cannot even look me in the eye! ( French husband, FH, said Lovely hair darling whilst looking at the

THE GRACIOUS ART OF MEDITATION

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How relaxed are you..? My year has started off with a couple of explosions.  The kind of explosions which create major stress and inner anguish. I won't bore you with the details...suffice to say that I have turned to my iPad for support. I love my iPad. Not usually a gadget oriented gal, this wee beauty and I have become inseparable.  The iPhone has NOTHING on it..to start, now that I am 40-something I need to get out my glasses everytime I use my iPhone or stretch my arms as long as possible and squint to read those all-important texts from girlfriends.. meet you at wine bar at 6pm...anyone for a gin and tonic...Spanks on sale at underwear lady down Cour Clemenceau. .. Even though the iPhone has all the "apps," the "style-plus" ingredient etc etc it just doesn't measure up. I love the way the iPad gets called " a tablet"...so ROMAN! Imagine myself in floaty toga with elaborate hair, down at the local forum..although I would pro

NAVIGATION NIGHTMARES

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When woman meets man... behind the wheel. Have you ever wondered why your husband watches television with his hands down his pants? Chances are he is massaging his navigational equipment. Maintenance! Now that the holidays are behind us I have taken to dwelling on the more amusing, not to be repeated, aspects of summer holidays. What is it about men and cars?  My French Husband (herein FH) turns into a sexist 1950's dictator/bully-boy everytime we drive off on holiday. No one can drive the car except for himself - man's domain. No one can give directions - honestly, with FH this is the precipice of personal danger to even try. To try is to make mockery of his very malehood. He will growl and snap, spit scary 50's prototype phrases such as " I am a 40 year old man, I do not need your assistance," " I was a boy scout. I can read maps!"  etc. I have come to the conclusion that, in France ( or is this global?),  one needs a penis to drive and