You don't want to know about school and work and lesson plans and meetings and coursework and Red Nose day which means that every child assumes no rules apply and short tempers and exams looming for which I had to provide exam papers and revision plans and ........... forget it. It is Friday night and David is off at a Christian youth weekend, and I have the place to myself.
Did I mention that I had my hair cut? CUT. As in I could have stuffed a pillow with the stuff on the floor. What did you have in mind, she asked. Something different, I said, just not too short. I need to look more awake and not so tired. But I still want to be able to put it up.
I have now got it up in the world's shortest ponytail. Because I always hate what I look like when I leave the hairdresser, and will have to do it myself tomorrow and hopefully it will look more like me, and not like some stranger in the mirror, I will NOT let you see it yet.It feels weird. I am used to it feeling heavy, and now it is not, and I am a little insecure without it there. A new image? Too late to say I don't want to change, isn't it.