I was walking down the high street in my town, when I passed by the local woman’s hair dressers. It was a busy morning, with lots of early bird shoppers about, bustling across the street and in and out of shops. However, the hairdressers looked surprisingly closed, lights-off with no one visible inside. However, towards the back, I could see a bright ray of light pushing past an open slit of a door, falling across the saloon floor. I stop, curiously looking at the light on the floor, and trying the shop’s door handle. It lets go to my pressure and the door opens. Walking through, I close it behind me and walk slowly towards the lit backdoor. Peeking through the lit gap, I can see three young women in a brightly lit room, sitting and chatting away. See more