Evening all.
Well, the pink washed out and faded away, so as I needed a cut, thought I'd get my long suffering hairdresser to put my next colour of choice on (she makes less mess than me, and I don't seem to end up with strangely coloured ears 
I had ordered a pot of stuff from "you know where" for £3.50, and it had been sitting in the bathroom cupboard for a while.
So, I booked the appointment, told her it was a "full works" one, I.e cut, colour (that I would provide) plus a bit of torture thrown in, as in lip, chin and brow wax.
I showed the troops at work the little pot, and they thought it was a paint tester pot
and asked if I was really considering painting a wall that colour.
I sallied forth, with the tub of stuff in my bag.
Dear reader, I wish I had photographed her expression when I handed it over!
Her eyebrows nearly introduced themselves to her fringe, and her jaw began to approach her chest 
But, after she had asked 3 times if I was sure, she set to with her brush.
I must confess, there is a touch of the Mrs Slocombe about it............
I've ordered another pot of the pink.