When I was growing up I was frequently asked by nice old ladies, 'Dear, where did you get your beautiful hair?' I became ever so slightly vain, thinking of my red hair as a unique and positive trait. Well the good old Anne of Green Gables bubble officially burst as I came to live in Northern Ireland and I was recently reminded while overhearing a good-natured conversation about ginger-ness at work. Click here to get a taste of how ginga's are viewed in the UK (check out the FAQ because even I as a ginger kid think it's funny . . . I particularly like the belief that we don't have souls! You be the judge.) Now, to be fair, I think the shade of red which is most reviled by Brits is a bit more orange than me, but it's pretty safe to say that we're all tarred with the same 'copper-top/carrot-top' brush. The agony!
It's been a bit of a mad week and I am certainly having that TGIF feeling tonight. It's been full of job interview prep (more on that later . . . ) and the regular grind of work. Tonight I had a quick visit with my parents before they went off to see the one and only Elton John in concert! Belfast will be crocodile rocking tonight!