The hairdresser was incredibly busy today – and the little he had to do with me took all afternoon as he balanced one head off the other.  So I kept quiet as he worked on me.  Finally, he said, “Ah, you’re mourning today.  And Bibi – he’s planning his revenge – dancing on your head!  He made it and he’s king now.”  “Champagne baths!”  I responded.  “Not for you guys!  You’re finished.”