Sunday, July 12, 2009

Saved from the Salon

“Wot about dis den?”
“What about what?”
“My air.”
“What about your hair?”
“I need to do something wiv it.”
“Such as?”
“I don know…….a perm perhaps?”
“No. Don’t perm it.”
“Wot can I do wiv it den?”
“Tell you what, you wash it and I’ll blow dry it for you.”
“You?”
“Yes.”
“You can do air?”
“Of course I can do hair.”
“When do you ever do air?”
“Look around you……I do everybody’s hair, wash, cut and blow dry.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Ow long you do air?”
“A whole life time it would appear.”
“Oh yes, I was forgetting.”
“What did you forget?”
“Dat you are Scottish.”
“!”
“No salon den?”
“Nope, scream bloody murder they do. We’ve been banned from everywhere in a 10 mile radius.”
“Why dey scream?”
“Why indeed?”
“Tell you wot?”
“What?”
She beams her wicked grin, “I promise not to scream if you promise not to urt me?”
“Deal!”

3 comments:

Anne said...

Nonna is too funny!

Osh said...

I have missed Nonna!!!!

Crystal Jigsaw said...

Fabulous conversation!

CJ xx