h dear, oh dear… I’ve just found out that my hair dresser and my psychiatrist are sisters-in-law. When I mentioned what I did for a living, my hair dresser’s exact words were: ‘So you’re that M___. You know my sister-in-law, she’s S____.”
I don’t trust anyone. Does my psychiatrist now know that I have dry hair that’s prone to dandruff? And does my hair dresser now know that I throw up all the time? I wouldn’t be surprised if my dentist is their brother-in-law.
But there’s one think that really niggling me: Both of them are making a lot of money from me.
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