My Nanna, Laurel, was just bonkersley wonderful. She loved a new hairdo and bought herself a beautiful nylon wig, with its own lurid, blue head stand.
We all went all over for a roast and Nanna stuck her head in the oven to check out the leg of lamb.
Ooops, nylon and heat isn't ideal.
There was this loud but very short whoosh sound, and a really weird smell.
Nanna shot out of the oven and instantly swung the wig around so now the back was the front.
Her fringe was now about five inches above her eyebrows.
She still looked great.
Here's to Laurel
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