Nails

 
What is it with nails? All over Great Britain, nail bars have sprung up in our towns and cities in the past decade. Along the main road that runs through our neighbourhood then on to the city centre there are now ten nail bars. The newest one has just opened five minutes walk away and it is called "Phoebe Nail".

Naturally, I had to take our Phoebe down there at the weekend - not to have her nails done but to get her picture taken outside the new business. The owner - probably from South East Asia  - came out to talk to us. 

Naturally, Phoebe kept shtum as small children will frequently do with strangers. The owner seemed very nice, telling me that this was the second shop she had opened. I wished her well with her new venture even though I will not myself be paying for "French tips" (£45) or even an "Eyebrow wax and tint" (£15). What the hell are "French tips" anyway? Are they like "French letters"?

Just before Halloween, I processed a picture a picture of our granddaughters with the aid of Microsoft Image Creator (AI). This is what came out:-
The image was grown from this one:-
The wee varmints were standing on our front doorstep back in September.

Speaking about those varmints. On Sunday afternoon, they came over to our house with their daddy ahead of Sunday dinner. How joyfully they arrived. Phoebe said "Can we watch something?" - referring to the television. I went back to my kitchen work and a minute later it was as if World War III had broken out in the front room.

There was yelling and crying and foot stomping. I wondered what the hell was going on. And when I went into the room both girls were in tears and distraught. Stewart and Shirley were trying to placate them

And what was this all about you might ask? It was simply to do with seating and status. 

Ever since she could sit in that room, Phoebe has sat on a little green wooden chair with a woven rush seat. Normally Margot sits on her canvas "Fireman Sam" chair. But on Sunday, Margot got into the room first and claimed the green seat.

"It's my seat! I always sit there!" cried Phoebe but Margot was having none of it.

Usually the girls get on very well and sororal love flows like a gentle stream but just sometimes they can kick off. They both have strong personalities and can be very stubborn - like horses that refuse high fences in a steeplechase.

It took five minutes to calm them down and I now refer to this incident as Chairgate!  However, by the time their roast pork dinners arrived at our dining table they were as right as ninepence again.



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