In the salon

It was possibly a mistake, when I rang the hairdresser yesterday, to take up the offer of a cancellation for the next day. It was only when I had finished the call that I realised ‘tomorrow’ meant Friday, the day we try to avoid the A66 and the queues of traffic heading for Keswick.

In the end it wasn’t too bad, just a bit slow. But the hold-ups in Carlisle itself at the moment are awful, as interminable ‘regeneration’ projects take place - i.e. the whole city centre has been dug up, causing chaos to traffic and pedestrians, and an end does not seem in sight.

I could have gone by train, but I’m not feeling too mobile at the moment so G said he would drop me outside the salon. We got there in the end - a little late.

Here is my hairdresser Evan and the salon that he runs with his wife Sarah. He has been cutting my hair for years and years, right from the time when he managed Toni and Guy in Carlisle. When that was closed he and Sarah set up their own place and it seems to do very well. It is only small and I was surprised to find it so busy this afternoon. I suppose I’m usually there on quiet days.

I usually combine a visit to the hairdresser with a wander round town, but I am not up to that at the moment, nor apparently is it possible to do so anyway because of all the work going on. Shops must really be feeling the impact.