So following on from the end of yesterdays blog….after a beautiful morning with Sarah on the coast and on the way back to Beverley we’d stopped off to see the lambs in the field on the way. I’d seen them first with Gemma, but didn’t have my camera with me 🙈. They were in the far corners today instead of posing directly in front of me, which was inconsiderate of them, but at least my zoom captured this little family group.
It was time for my long overdue Covid haircut. I was beginning to look more and more like Ginger Biscuit as the months rolled by
So I was looking forward to feeling lighter AND for it being a quiz whizz of the hair drier in the morning for me to get out of the house 🙄……
We timed it just right and as the traffic lights went red, I hopped out of the car and Sarah went on her way.
Now my hairdressers isn’t usually a noisy place. It’s never been full when I’d been before…..think you can guess what’s coming….🙈….as soon as I opened the door I knew instantly it was going to be another stressful first post Covid …😳. The sound of hairdryers, of people talking excitedly above the noise and the overwhelming number of people almost had me head back outside again.
Shannon must have seen me and hadn’t quite finished with her previous client. She came over and sat me by the window in the middle of the salon. I tried hard to switch off but the noise was just too much again; conversations blurring into one, hairdryers, music in the corner. I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing, after all this was suppose to be a joyous occasion and everyone else seemed sooo happy to be there.
Eventually Shannon came over and took me for my hair to be washed, something I usually like and makes me feel calm, but not today. I wanted the process to speed up. Shannon tried to engage in conversation asking if I was ok but I couldn’t quite decipher the words to string the sentence together, then I found it difficult to form my own sentence to reply, everything merging with the noise of everyone else.
As she sat me down to cut my hair, I think she sensed the distress I was under. Again she asked what I’d been doing, but I had to stop her and managed to ask if this time, we could not talk and I’d simply close my eyes and let her get on with cutting my hair.
I could tell she understood, she knows me well and I was relieved not to have to try explain above the noise.
I was thankful when she finished and tried to smile my appreciation but I simply wanted to get out.
As she opened the door for me, the fresh air felt so good on my face. I thanked her and said:
“Hopefully we’ll be able to talk next time, sorry about the silence this time”
She smiled a kind smile and said it didn’t matter, she understood …….
Another first post Covid action out of the way…..hopefully things will get better and easier…..