Mummy thought I was getting a bit old to have lots of wispy baby hair now I am a big girl and my fringe was getting to be in my eyes all the time as well, so we went to see a local hairdresser. She must have been a bit odd - she thought I was a boy and cut my hair like one, and wore slashed clothes that would have suited a late-Eighties clubber and she wore a big silver thingie poked through her bottom lip. She was quite nice though, and gave me a sweetie, so because Daddy had his hair clipped there as well I asked her for one for him too. She seemed to think that was funny . . .