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Mum and dad had gone away for the weekend leaving Aunty Heather to look after us three kids. Heather wasn't really our aunty but she was our second cousin and about the same age as mum. Heather lived out in the country and boarded with mum and dad. She generally went home on the weekends but this weekend mum and dad were going away so they asked Heather if she would stay in town and look after us kids for the weekend. 

Heather worked as a ladies hairdresser at Asuburb Beauty Salon in Bigcity which was owned and run by bottle blonde bimbo twin sisters Rosemary and Rosalie Richardson. Heather was their only employee and as she was often in the salon on her own she had her own key. She also looked after my mums hair at the salon for her weekly wash and set on a Thursday late night and cut when required. 

The three of us kids (myself Johnny, my sister Moaner, and my brother Albert), usually had our hair washed with our bath on Sunday nights in preparation for the new school week. However this weekend Aunty Heather thought she would help mum out and take us kids to the salon for our weekly wash. It was Sunday afternoon when we heard Heather call, "Come on you kids, you can come with me to the salon and I'll wash your hair so your mum does not have to do it tonight when she gets home." 

Before we left Aunty Heather rang Rosalie to tell her she was going to the salon. It took us about ten minutes to walk to the salon and when we got there she unlocked the door, and we all went in. "You kids sit down on the waiting chairs and don't move until I come and get you " she said. 

The salon had a separate area for doing the hair washes and also separate cubicles for each of the hairdressers to work in. The cubicles were separated by walls and had curtains to pull across the doorways for privacy. It was not long before Aunty Heather was ready and she came out and said "Johnny, I'll do you first." I got up and walked into the shampoo area and got up on the chair which had been pulled right up against the basin. "Put your head right forward into the basin" she said as she turned on the tap and regulated the water to nice and warm.

She shampooed and rinsed my hair twice before using the conditioner. Once the conditioner was rinsed off she told me to sit up while she dried me off with a towel. "My, your hair could do with a bit of a trim too" she said "come on into my haircut cubicle." I followed her into the cubicle and she pulled the curtain behind us. "I will need your hair to be dry before I can cut it" she said as she combed it into place with my parting on the left hand side. Once in place she tied what looked like a scarf over my head. She then lowered a large hooded hair dryer which was attached to the wall down over my head and set the controller on full hot. She passed me the control and showed me how to operate it in case it got too hot. 

"Whose next, come on Missy Moaner" she called to my sister (there was no love lost between the two of them). She took Moaner to the shampoo basin and proceeded to shampoo her hair. It was obvious Heather had got some shampoo into Moaner's eyes as she started to cry. "Oh stop the crying, you wimp" said Aunty Heather as she continued with the second rinse before putting on the conditioner. She left the conditioner on for a couple of minutes before rinsing it off and towel drying Moaner's hair. "There you are, now go and wait where you were before" I heard Heather say. 

"C'mon now Albert" I heard AuntyHeather say as she took him to the shampoo chair. His did not take long as he had recently had his hair cut at the local barber and his crewcut was quite short anyway. Once she was finished with Albert I heard Aunty Heather say, "Now you two sit there quietly while I cut Johnny's hair and then we'll be on our way home. And cut that snivelling Moaner." 

Aunty Heather came into her styling cubicle. "Now what shall we do with this " she said as she turned the drier off and lifted it off my head and then took the cape from behind me off her styling chair and wrapped it around my neck, fastening it with the velcro. There was an array of hand operated clippers, scissors and combs on the shelf in front of the chair but no sign of any electric clipper. I must admit it has been some time since I've had my hair cut with hand clippers and I've never had a woman use them to cut my hair. I said to Aunty Heather "Don't you have any electric clippers," to which she replied "No such luxury here as we usually only use them for womens neck trims and the occaisional cut for any of our male product travelling sales reps who ask. Anyway I will be as gentle as I can Johnny. Sit up straight for me please." 

Aunty Heather lowered the chair as far as she could and then took a comb and a pair of large scissors from the shelf. She turned the chair around to face her before she combed my hair forward and cut my fringe straight above my eyebrows. She then turned the chair to face the mirror again and commenced to cut the top by scooping the hair up with the comb and cutting off all the hair that was sticking out above the comb. Once finished on the top Aunty Heather raised the chair up as high as it would go and still using the comb and scissor began to cut around the sides and back of my head lifting the hair with the comb and scissoring it off just as she had done with the top. Once she had finished she put the scissors on the shelf. 

She picked up the largest hand clipper from the shelf and pushed my head forward until my chin was touching my chest. "Now hold still" she said as she placed her left hand on top of my head and commenced clipping up the back of my head from the nape "this is the first time I have done a full men's or boy's haircut ussing the clippers. One of the two dizzy blondes normally attend to the travelling sales reps when they pass through and ask for a haircut." 

Ticka ticka ticka went the clipper with each stroke up the back and side of my head to the top. There was the occaisional pull on my hair as Aunty Heather flicked the clipper away at the end of each stroke with a couple of hairs still stuck in the closed blades. I told her that it hurt but she just told me to shut up and not be a whimp. Once complete with the large coarse cutting clipper Aunty Heather took what looked like the medium clipper from the shelf and did the same thing again around the back and side but this time not going as far up. "God" she said "this is hard work. I sure would not like to be working full time in a barber shop with hand clippers. I would need to buy myself a set of electric ones to do that. In fact I might recommend to the two blondes the they buy a set of electric clippers for the salon." 

For the final round she took the smallest fine cutting clippers from the shelf and tidied up around the bottom edges. Finally she took the razor that she normally uses to razor cut clients hair and removed the plastic comb attachment before using it to shave off the whiskery bits from the back of my neck. She did not use any shave foam so the scraping left my neck a little red. 

All finished she took the fluffy neck brush and brushed off my neck before removing the cape. "There we are Johnny" she said "your mum should be happy with that. Now go grab the broom and brush and shovel from out the back and sweep up all the hair from the floor while I tidy the rest of the salon and put the towels in the washer." It only took a few minutes to tidy up and soon we were all on our way home. 

THE END

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