After visiting my mum's favorite haristylist, I can appreciate the difference between hairdressers here and 'there', 'there' being everywhere but here. Here, a hairdresser cuts your hair, everywhere else, a hairdresser is your confidant, provider of good conversation, and basically, for the next hour and a half that your hair is being reshaped, he/she is your friend for hire. Unload your problems, make small talk, share gossip, it's all a part of the experience. Even a hermit like me can go for that sort of thing.

Since I spent half of yesterday in a car, I pondered why anyone would install the odd system of having to hold the car door handle in the 'open' position for the lock not to pop open inside. Have you ever done that, just locked the car door from the inside, stepped out, hands full and given the door a bit of a 'thumka' to get it closed, then been discovered that since you did not hold the handle in the 'open' position, the car lock has popped back to unlock? It's the absolute most ridiculous thing ever, having to watch someone with a couple of bags, plus 7 Kg of chicken wrestle with the bags to reach the damn handle so that the car won't be unlocked when you shut the door. It's actually worse when you're the one doing the wrestling.