Salon surprises

After the threading that I blogged about a while ago, I thought it was perhaps time to broaden my horizons on the beauty treatment front so I have been checking out some new service providers. Now that the Celtic Tiger has left Ireland, things are little less predictable in the salons but I have to say I was somewhat confused by this particular establishment. If you can enlighten me on the teeth diamond option I may perhaps go back and make an appointment. Or perhaps, in the interests of safety, I’ll persist with the home treatments for a while.

A kiss on the cheek can be, Oh so enticing, but …

Well, well, well. After a particularly ratty, hormonally driven hellish day yesterday, what started out as a fairly ordinary day today took a rather interesting turn this afternoon. Let’s just say that, for a woman who spends most of her life in the company of pin striped gentlemen most of whom are engaged in competitive corporate ladder jostling – to maintain if not enhance the current position, life can be pretty much a bore. But today, into this world strides a stranger. A stranger in blue jeans. A stranger with a twinkle in his eye. A stranger with an accent that would break your heart. A stranger with a creative soul. A stranger with a plethora of good stories and a sense of humour to boot. It was the highpoint of the year so far – a meeting that was actually fun. And when it was over, and I escorted the blue jeans hero off the premises, he planted a kiss on my cheek. A sweet gesture that put my heart a flutter briefly and left me in an extraordinarily good mood for the rest of the afternoon. I swear, I won’t wash my face for at least another 24 hours. Ah, what it is to be reminded of those younger hormones. Sadly, before you ask, as I know you feel tempted – I may see him again, but nothing will come of it. After all, Izzy is never unprofessional, now, is she?  ;-)

Bad Luck Comes in Threes?

It’s not even a week since the puncture that led to my investment in the Pirellis (which I mention again even though I am reasonably sure it will lead to a plethora of low cost tyre ads in my sidebar) things have been on a downward spiral. My regular readers know that I got a parking ticket yesterday. The ticket was issued by a very pleasant young woman in uniform and I bear her no ill will. I was relieved, though, when I saw she had completed her round on my route this morning as it meant I could pull up for a minute or two to grab a take out coffee on the way the office. And that’s just what I did. Two minutes I was in the shop. I came back out and found the car had been clamped. Now add the 80euro fine for today to the 40 euro fine for yesterday and the 220euro bill for the Pirellis and you will understand why I am wondering if I can afford to get out of bed tomorrow. We’re not even half way through the week yet. Watch this space.