The order in which information is delivered really matters, and this Saturday proved it.
We had just been en famille to see the Tove Janssen (Moomin) Exhibition at Dulwich Picture Gallery.
I find it particularly poignant to revisit activities which I associate with my children when they were small and innocent on a day when they are bleakly hung-over and straining not to be surly.
Afterwards, we parted on Dulwich High Street when Perran went off to get a haircut.
“Be careful,” warned Carenza “– Could be pricey here.”
Nigel and I were on the train going home when texts started to arrive from Perran.
IT WAS SEVENTEEN POUNDS
SORTED OUT MY EYEBROWS AND GAVE ME SOME AFTERSHAVE
THEY JUST KEPT GIVING ME FREE BEERS AND NICE COFFEE
ALSO HAD THE NICEST HAIRCUT
BUT ALSO DID EXPECT IT
From this, we figured Perran had gone into a nice barber’s, asked the price, misheard, had a great experience but then been horrified at the true price.
We felt a little sorry for him until he came home and explained that his texts had arrived with us in the wrong order. Looking back at his phone, there was a very different story.
He had asked the price only after the haircut. By this time, he had received such amazing service that he feared it would be expensive.
He DID mishear – what he heard was £70.
What they actually charged him was £17.
The story was one of triumph NOT disaster.
And significantly, it was also a story of beer.