No, I didn't go out without any underwear or marry/divorce a white-trash wannabe rapper.
Last weekend, I had a bad haircut.
I hadn't mentioned it before now as it seemed churlish - its hardly the end of the world, it will grow back, at least I still have my health etc. But I've just re-examined it and it is awful.
Unlike Britney's, mine wasn't self-inflicted, but caused by Arta (of Yugoslavic origin) as opposed to my usual hairdresser Sonia (from Russia, where she was an accountant!). Sonia is a wizard with the scissors and a wonder with the hairdryer. Arta is a butcher.
I didn't say anything in the salon hoping it would look better when I got home and besides there isn't much that can be done when too much has been hacked off.
The sides and back are ok, its the front that is the shocker. And I still can't quite put my finger on what exactly is wrong with it, but I think she might have put a few layers in the fringe bit(!!), its too short and not especially even.
'Its not that bad' said the OH helpfully 'although it does look a bit Eastern European' he added accurately, but less helpfully.
So I've spent the week trying to sweep it back without it looking like a comb-over and experimenting with scarves and hairbands. It will grow back but until then I'm avoiding any unnecessary social engagements.