As I pull open the large glass doors, I enter a funky, but welcoming atmosphere. Eddie smiles and greets me, takes my coat, and pours me a glass of cucumber scented water, as I sink into the surprisingly comfortable silvery grey couches. The black and white clad staff bustle around, then David arrives. We chat, laugh, and he snips, before handing me to young trendy Jade, who erases the more obvious signs of my advancing years, whilst I read a magazine, sip a latte, and nibble on a small slice of dark chocolate. Jade washes the dye out of my hair. I lie back on the long black couch, looking through the glass ceiling as the sky darkens, closing my eyes in bliss at the long, slow, head massage I’m getting. All too soon it’s over. My hair is smooth and in place, Eddie is handing me my coat, and I walk out into the developing night. The leaves on the oak tree glow a warm orange, they float across the road on the gentle breeze that has come up, floating through the raindrops shining in the streetlights. It is time to go home.