9 July - Hair goes!

9 July. No queasiness and I feel well enough to go to a Pilates class in the morning. The afternoon is scheduled for the hair cut. I walk into my hairdressers carrying the wig. G comes up and I demonstrate the problem by pulling a couple of handfuls of hair out. She gets the message. We agree that she won’t shave it but cut what is left down to about half an inch. That done I put the wig on. She is amazed. It does look good. She even gives it a few snips to even up the back and the fringe. The receptionist, who wasn’t around when I came, in is in raptures thinking it is a new style from G. She can’t get over the fact it is a wig. I feel really good as I walk back to the car. I stop at a retro clothes chop that sell really fabulous old clothes and buy a couple of hats and scarves to treat myself.

I have a big week next week.