Saturday, 19 February 2011
When, Paco drops off Patrick outside and I am greeted by Paco's girlfriend.
"Oh a new haircut, Rosana?"
"Yes," I say smiling.
"You look so sweet."
Above done in Artrage. The software, not me.
Friday, 18 February 2011
Alice who used to be Frank is driving so we drop by the new hospital on the outskirts to see where she has an appointment next week. There are about six hundred cars parked in ditches, alongside the road, against piles of scaffolding because they have not built a big enough car park for a hospital the size of an airport. Alice is climbing over the debris in her red stilletoes and mini skirt.
A few hours later I am trapped in the hairdresser chair surrounded by ladies who look suspiciously as if they should be at Crufts. Then suddenly, in the mirror, I see Paco....? What? Then Patrick (expected) then Alice strides in. Six foot three with her heels. Blond hair flowing. They have come to collect me. I am officially part of the "Dream Team". How did I get here?