I never thought I would suffer from bun envy.  But then there are a lot of things I never thought would happen, becoming a mother being one of them.

Anyway, here I am, sat in the midst of a gaggle of 7 year old girls my eyes turning green at the sight of their perfectly coiffed hair.  We are waiting for dance class to begin.  I fear that I must have missed the one that included the bun masterclass.

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