- Location
- Somewhere wet & hilly in NW England.
When" her indoors" is in a panic and is going to a "do" in the evening I get dragged into applying a colour to her hair if the hairdresser can't take her. The cursing and swearing that usually ensue is like hell brimstone. I am accused of "pulling the head off her " being "as rough as a dog " etc so eventually after biting my tongue for a bit I retaliate and unleash a few verbals myself "I didn't ask for this ****ing job " etc . When finished she thanks me sweetly and disappears and I reach for a few beers to restore my shattered nerves
I used to do the colouring thing but I now sub' it to a hairdresser so cut/colour @ £120 every 8 weeks and job's a good one with no domestic stress.