by Alan Townendthrough the door, she couldn't believe it was him. He looked about
20 years younger. Apparently he had been persuaded to stay on at
the salon and have his hair done. He had seriously been considering
having something done for some time and the young woman in the
white overall had convinced him that he should experience all the
facilities on offer. It wasn't long after that when Daisy gave the salon
a try, too. Within three months Andrew and Daisy had become very
important customers. It wasn't cheap of course but both their heads
were immaculate and they were enjoying the appreciative comments
from friends and colleagues including of course the postman, the
dustman and the next door neighbours. Normally at this time of year
they would have been saving hard and putting money aside for the
holiday in Majorca but that topic was not being discussed at the
moment. As the weeks went by they both became very friendly with
the young woman in white called Angela and on one of their regular
visits she told them:
«I'm running a raffle to mark our first 100 days at the salon that's
how long we'll have been doing business by the end of this week and
I was wondering whether you would like to buy some tickets.»
Anxious to keep in favour they paid up, bought six tickets and
thought no more about it. About a month later when they arrived at
the salon, Angela was waiting for them at the door excitedly waving
an envelope. «They've just been doing the draw and you've won first
prize.» As Daisy was casually opening the envelope she half
expected to have won a set of hairbrushes or a bottle of champagne.
As she read the note, a strange smile was beginning to cross her
face. «We're going on holiday And!» — «Oh, yes that's nice dear and
where are we going?» — «Somewhere called Majorca, dear.» — «Ah
well, said And that'll keep the postman, the dustman and the
neighbours happy.»