Certain people in the Radio Room yesterday, were party to various slurs against my reputation as a children's hairdresser and also as a mother. The terms 'basin' and 'scarred for life' cropped up more than once, so I'll let you be the judges of whether these terms were justified or not. Please bear in mind that I have never, and I'll be the first to admit it, had any professional training in hairdressing so this was more a cost-cutting exercise than a wish to dazzle folks with my scissorial skills.
There was also mention of a certain 'sparkly green sweater' and I'd hoped to come up with a photo of said sweater to prove it wasn't as twinkly and girly as Taffy made it sound when it ended up on his brother. However, the photo managed to elude me, but I'll keep looking. Problem is that all my photos are packed away as it was anticipated that we'd be leaving here by the end of the year.
Oh, but I would mention to Taffy that, whilst rummaging round in this one lot of photos, I did come across certain others that might just find their way on here at a later stage - one particular one involving a pair of green woolly tights and a long tail. Just thought I'd throw that in so that Taffy may, in future broadcasts, be encouraged to discuss some of my merits as a mother, rather than batter the airwaves with stories of my cruelty because I gave him and his bro basin haircuts and sewed their clothes myself.
Photos are of Taffy and his older brother at the height of their basin-ness, his brother as he is now (who said he's been scarred for life?) and hubster who now has the benefit of my years of experience as a basin haircutter. God bless him, he's always appreciative, unlike some people.
