Was mostly spent in the hairdressers chair, having my stubbornly curly tresses tamed into straight submission, a twice-yearly process that takes far too much time and disposable income.
Having forgotten to take my book, I had to endure hours of crappy women's magazines, or 'road porn' as a former colleague scathingly called them. To think, I once wrote for these magazines. Makes me squirm with embarrassment just thinking about it.
There was also sunshine, good news from my favourite clothes women who'd managed to sell some of the garments I no longer need nor want and this gorgeous bunch of daffs. Last night after work, it was light enough for Bristol and me to have our first PM walk in the town belt since Summer left. And now these pretty daffs. Both signs that Spring is almost here....
Having forgotten to take my book, I had to endure hours of crappy women's magazines, or 'road porn' as a former colleague scathingly called them. To think, I once wrote for these magazines. Makes me squirm with embarrassment just thinking about it.
There was also sunshine, good news from my favourite clothes women who'd managed to sell some of the garments I no longer need nor want and this gorgeous bunch of daffs. Last night after work, it was light enough for Bristol and me to have our first PM walk in the town belt since Summer left. And now these pretty daffs. Both signs that Spring is almost here....
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