I am sitting at the hair dressers, getting another injection for my fabulous hair acting. In terms of places I like in this world ‘the hair dressers’ closely follows ‘on the train’ and ‘on the loo’. All three are great locations for pondering. I guess that’s due to a certain amount of immobility in combination with a clear sense of purpose and a minimal mental effort required to reach the conclusion. These situations suit my paradoxical nature of lazy workaholic. I feel I’m getting things done whilst staring out of the window, into a magazine or preferably at a wall.
For example just now I browsed through pages and pages of pretty people, royalty gossip and predictable relationship advice, thouroughly enjoying myself whilst my roots were bleaching away, doing their thing.
I am having a productive day.
Britt
