I did think that the slowest time ever passes is when I am waiting for my lunch to cook in the canteen and my Frightening General Manager comes in. All I can think in such situations is ‘for farks sake cook! Cook!’ (yelled internally, at microwave), and ‘............’ [blank] in the way of conversation to the GM.
I have (re)discovered however, that time passes even slower at the hairdresser. Having experimented with balayage in an attempt to look like Alexis Chung:
I finally realised I don’t actually look like Alexis Chung. Heartbreaking. So I spent a million hours at the hairdressers tonight. Tedious but urgently required because we are going to Thailand on Monday. AAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
That was totally the whole point of this post.
Kitty
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