Due to advancing age I have a problem keeping my eyebrows in shape.

When I take my glasses off I can’t see them… with them on I can’t do them – so I entrust their maintenance to the kind beautician at my local hairdressers.

The problem is the older lady that used to do them and understood them isn’t there anymore.

I should have known…. the new, sparky young thing brightly handed me a form to fill out – a form?

I told her I just want my eyebrows done… she said with a beaming smile – oh but we like to know things about you… what? asking me health questions… all the usual ones…. I had to pause in grumpy old lady fashion   to tell her that I HATE filling out forms… then it said, include age address email phone.

To get eyebrows done..?  Plus a waiver to say if I croaked from anything she did I couldn’t sue. Oh come now!! You CAN see where this is heading can’t you?

So – I lay on the bench, she asked if I get my hair done here I said yes I have done for years she asked do they cut and colour it…

My astounded response was to gently suggest to look at the colour.   It’s  home grown silver grey… silence… then brightly, she suggested a tint for the eyebrows…. ( I should have known) and I thought oh well ok it’s been done before. So said yes.

So on we went… she waxed and tinted and chatted away… she was a nice young girl and trying hard to be helpful, then asked me if I wanted to look in the mirror at the finished her work…

I was tired of the constant chatter (yes I am old and grumpy) so… I said no and possibly just as well.

Husband looked at me most oddly through the day but for once, said nothing, except occasionally giggling to himself and next morning I could see why.

The woman who gazed at me in the mirror had TWO giant fat brown caterpillars perched on her brow…  I understood his giggles. It’s a wonder he had never grabbed a roll of paper and swatted them… I admired his self-control, they scared the daylights out of me!!!

They were also the wrong shape for me, I looked like a terrified Sophia Loren, they were fat and an amazing shade of dark chocolate brown…

Well, they were until I leaped into the shower and vigorously applied ZP11 to them. They are now back to almost their usual colour…

I told my husband he should have told me. He said he wasn’t game and we both fell about laughing.

But for the next month until they grew back I had weird eyebrows…they looked like bats with their wings spread…

I should have known…. I’ll have to search out someone else… or find where my old beautician is…