Since the last entry things have been steadily busy. I had a few weeks of work, injecting babies and taking peoples blood and we have had the lovely company of David and Gillian for a week.

However what I want to share is the new experience I had today. It is an experience that can be stressful enough in England when it comes to hoping people understand what you mean (especially for a woman); The Hairdresser!

Its funny, just when you think you are getting to grips with a language you decide to try something new out – like a spanish hairdressers. It seems like a good idea, a chance to practice the language etc. Except when you sit in the seat it dawns on you that you haven’t yet covered the vocab for “I want layers” or “side parting” in your lessons. Once I had rehersed the whole “can I have an appointment” vocab I felt pretty pleased with myself. But that was just the beginning…..

I could feel my heart starting to beat faster as I had images of my head bald or half of it really short on one side as I managed to stop him from cutting it all off. After hoping he understood my instructions I watched his every move and measured, in my head, every strand of hair that was cut and was (thankfully) pleasantly surprised!

I explained to him I was learning spanish and if I looked like I didn’t understand, that was why – just incase I needed to cry out uncontrollably at some point. But as it happened it was the best and cheapest wash, cut and blowdry I’d ever had!