Rockin out on a bad hair day

Myster C came back on Sunday from his dear papa's with a self administered but fatherly advised haircut !!! I cried... gorgeous long blond locks with an inch square hole at the front, clippered no less, the sides hacked in to a bob of sorts and the back untouched still long with curls and scruff. I didn't sleep.... I ranted.... I worried.... I vented at his father.... I searched for the answer to save the long hair without my son suffering strange stares for all the wrong reasons. Myster C wants dreads too you see and has been growing his hair for two years. We were set to do them in a few weeks. He was gutted with the haphazard result and didn't want to lose the lot to match the none existant fringe he had attempted to give himself upon his father's irresponsible urgings. So it was emergency bandana shopping yesterday. The army surplus store actually had a very funky and cheap selection but we still ended up in a debate over why I didn't particularly want him wearing a Union Jack or the Stars and Stripes on his head. Sorted now.... sort off. Many lessons learnt from this saga by both of us I think .... not the type you learn in school though!!

I have to just add in here that whilst shopping for said bandanas we popped into Lush and as usual Myster C chatted up the staff in the hopes of the several free samples that he usually manges to blag. The waffling turned to the fact that he'd quite like a Saturday job there when he's older and they were seriously very keen. He's going back soon to see about when he can start. I'm assuming its not legal til he's thirteen so another three years plus to go, but hey Badman and Balls what do you say to that....? I turn my back to look at some bath bombs for one minute and my child, severely lacking in social skills because he's home educated of course, is competently chatting to adults and halfway to securing his first job. How the hell did that happen?!?

Today I am introducing him to yet more rock greats like Led Zep, The Who, Deep Purple, Pink Floyd, The Doors and some random others. Well that kind of covers history, art and poetry.... doesn't it Mr Government Inspector. We've got our priorities straight here. Nothing can inspire or change generation like music. So here's to rocking out on bad hairdays.

We also indulged in a few games of chess. Myster C beat me but in my defence I'm not well at the mo and he adled my brain further by replacing some of the pawns with a lego Indiana Jones and some vikings. To complete my humiliation at the end of my final defeat he set up a plastic guillotine in the middle of the board and chopped off my king's head.