Three cheers for The Weekend!

This has been an incredibly busy week with multiple appointments clashing like gladiators. I've emerged weary but triumphant, with the bloodied remains of the diary limp at my feet.

Yesterday I went to the hairdressers to glam up for an interview.
Hairdressing salons are fascinating places. Nowhere else will you find women voluntarily and publicly revealing themselves in all their dishevelled glory. Hair will be left bedraggled or fixed to the head by means known only to stylists and Spanish Inquisitors.

Intelligent women will allow complete strangers to interfere with the most visible element of the body. Failure to deliver a good style can leave the most confident woman distraught and housebound for a couple of months. Either that or forced to wear burka type headscarves or bandanas until regrowth has occured.

Most women will, at some point in their lives, suffer a hair trauma. Mine was the Frizzy Perm from Hell but it is closely followed by the Half Inch Hairline Fringe.

Luckily, on this occasion my hairdo was successful and painfree [unless you count the price which sends His Nibs into a frenzy of wallet clutching terror]. I went to my interview coiffed, perfumed and with enough lacquer to immobilize a truck. This turned out to be fortuitous because once at the interview the entire building had to be evacuated when the fire alarm went off. Whilst everyone else was Worzel Gummidgey I was a vision of hair perfection. His Nibs calls this degree of spray hold: Helmet Head. Small rocks could bounce off it and I would feel nothing.

Anyway, once past the excitement of 15 mins assembly in the carpark we trooped back in and I was ushered into a little ante room to read my presentation question. I then had 20 mins to prepare my response using flipcharts, pens, acetates etc but no laptop or the likes. My pens dried up and so did my brain [for a bit] but once I got past the "OMG what'll I write???" moment I got on with things.

Entering the interview room was like entering Dragon's den. Six people sat at the far end of the room while I stood at the other trying to persuade them I was best for the job. Air Con clearly had not yet been invented. Nor was opening a window an option so we all quietly steamed together until the interview was done.

Friday the 13th - unlucky for some.