Trinity For Hair

When I was quite young, I remember mum having her hair cut here pretty regularly. The hairdresser that used to cut her hair was really nice and personable, and soon enough, she and mum were friends, and from that point onwards, mum’s hair cut usually meant that she’d have a bottle of bubbly with her hairdresser mate. Now, normally this wouldn’t be a massive deal. But to me, it was quite horrifying, as mum would get her hair done, they’d have a few drinks, and then it would be *my* turn. Fortunately, I still have my ears attached to my body, and I never had a bad haircut (well, it was bad, but it was exactly what my mother told her to do).
I haven’t been in there for years, but judging by the faded sign, it’s probably the same people. Don’t know if that hair dresser is still there. Give ‘em a go.