The Power of People

The excitement of change rushing through me as I swirled around, my new blonde hair full of buoyancy and life. My flatmate owns a hair salon and so I’ve been blessed with the luxury of hair treatments at my beck and call. They’d been working on my hair since 4:45pm, it is now 8:45pm, a full 4 hours spent on transforming my very black, straight, Asian hair into a silky blonde with unpretentious, wavy curls. I stared at my-new-self in the mirror, processing the unfamiliar reflection with relish. It’s interesting how the these moments of pamper can really make you feel like a princess, I give my flatmate and her colleague and heavy look of appreciation and love for breathing life into this new appearance I will carry, I see their tired faces trying to reciprocate my gesture, and so I ask ‘Shall we go home?’

I get home and start raiding the fridge for a quick release of my unattended hunger. As I glanced over to the chair and see that my phone is silently ringing, oh an 0800 number, I surprisingly pick up. It’s my bank. Munching on some pitta and hummus, I greet the person on the phone and he mumbles his name, whilst a recording of a voice-over informing me that this will be recorded for training purposes plays.

I crack open my favourite shop-bought lentil and spinach dalh and poured half the tub into a saucepan.