Hair - we all have it, we all want someone else’s and when our own looks “sad” we feel glum.

My first go around with the Hairdresser in Bahrain, was a international communication disaster. Orangey brown roots with blonde tips looks frightful at best! Language was an issue and combined with hairdresser running late by 30 mins and my need to be out the door to get to the airport to catch a flight to Doha, didn’t help. It was all very exotic in a women only hairdressing salon with men styling and cutting and so. A sea of Abaya’s and headscarves being removed so that hair could actually be attended to. It would be easy for me to fall into the trap of - oh I wear a headscarf, does it matter what my hair looks like?

This morning we had 150% improvement. Hairdresser came to the house. Hair was colored and trimmed in just under 2 hours. Back to blonde! Yeah! Even he was shocked by the head of hair he had to work on and promised me that it would look better next time. All I can say is that “Blonde Bunni is Back”. Hurrah as Jay would say.

Speaking of whom, he came home last night with a yellow paper crown on his head announcing that he was “King of the World” and ran around with a couple of cardboard tubes playing “King”.