Waiting for Rachel

I knew this trip away was going to be hard, particularly without the skilled hands of Rachel up at Durie Hill salon, who seems to have managed to tame my locks and keep some order on the frizz. I had a disasterous cut for £26 pounds at the London Sheperhds Bush Salon. Since then I've hacked my own fringe, and kept the greys at bay. But now I am literally days away from a rescue date with Rachel - 16 actually, but after managing a wash n wear wardrobe and living out of a suitcase I am almost over the frumpy comfy traveller look. Roll on a fresh wardrobe, a few earrings and accessories, and a darn good cut and colour. I think the selfie shots may just about be at an end until we're home again.