A visit to the dentist,singing live in front of an audience or going to the hairdresser?

I have just suffered my ritual 3 monthly humiliation of having my hair tossed about like a limp salad by a disdainful, anorexic 9 year old who informed me in a bored voice that "no-one wears their hair like THAT anymore"....several deep sighs,and a few pouts later, whilst I sat in front of mercilessly lighted mirror in a most unbecoming gown pondering exactly how I had got so old looking,she pronounced me 'done'.

I am now sporting a hairstyle that resembles nothing so much as a rather dishevelled bathing cap,an inferiority complex the size of the West Country and a overdraft that even MY bank manager will gasp at.

Bring on that root canal.....after what I've just been through, it'll be a doddle.