Hey, thanks for all the nice comments about Jemimah's braids. No, I was not the silly bunny who did them for her.
For those of you you are unaware, braided hair is one of the things that you must do when you're eight and a half and on holidays in Bali. It's kinda up there with fake tats for the boys and red raw sunburn lines for the teens. Anybody who is anybody has them. Some particularly Ockerish girls have all three. Actually, quite a lot of young Aussies have all three...boys and girls. But not us, in case you're wondering.
Anyhow, we tried to avoid the braid phenomenon for a few days. Then a couple of the young ladies in our hotel did the plaits for free and we discovered just how wonderfully practical a braided hairstyle is when you're swimming and fishing and playing in the sand. When the lacky bands started perishing on the first lot of plaits, we had it done a second time. Professionally.
It took about an hour.
It was a lot of fun at first.
But then it got b.o.r.i.n.g.
Icecream helps. (Doesn't it always?)
Finally it was done.