Quite frankly I feel I have inundated you this week with value added commentary on Asian conglomerates, Japanese banks, Ibiden, Bangkok Bank and CLSA conferences so, as it's the 31st March, I thought a brief email on the subject of window dressing would suffice this afternoon.
I alluded to Hen's hair dyeing escapade the other day. She had already "shocked" us by appearing at half-term with an extra hole pierced into her left ear lobe. So I found her phone call informing us that she had changed her hair colour particularly annoying. Does she really have so little else to occupy her at school? Very satisfyingly though, her attempts to turn herself into a blonde backfired as, with all due respect to my red-headed clients and friends, the ’2.50 she spent on a packet of hair-colour in Boots reacted alarmingly, turning her previously perfectly satisfactory locks, to a very unflattering shade of ginger. It was a phyric victory I suppose because it took little persuasion on my wife's part to drag Hen away from her MSN account to a fashionable West End hairdresser yesterday. Jean-Pierre, for a no doubt princely sum, but one which Sophie has not yet revealed, restored her colour and self-esteem, which is good news I suppose - and she got dinner at Zuma to boot. OK...so I'm a soft touch. Nevertheless, as I relayed to my friend at lunch, I have the upper hand over my four children, albeit briefly, as their school reports arrived yesterday. We'll go through these this weekend I think or maybe I'll sit on them a few days longer and keep them squirming.
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