I am home. Apparently my son's uni gear exploded out of his bags when he arrived home. He is out, so is not here to explain why my entire lounge was littered with his possessions. Yes. Well. They are now in a heap out of sight. He will just LOOOOOVE his mother's return! I took one look in his room and shut the door.
But as I said, I am home. I have managed to download the photos, so tomorrow we will have a round up of the last 2 days or so of Swiss scenery. Sigh. The local scenery is somewhat different. The good news, now that I have waded through a huge pile of mail, which was 99% cards, is that I have my appointment in Bath! Yes!! It is on 12th January. I am so thrilled that I am going so soon. So that is exciting.
Right. I do believe I hear the washing machine calling my name. Judging by the heap of man sized things in front of it, it may well be working for a while. Oh, and the greatest disaster of the day, ignoring the fact that I have come home with all my sister's store loyalty cards in my wallet, is that I left my hair straighteners behind. This is NOT good. It is a total disaster in fact. Total disaster. You have no idea what I look like when the hair is not tamed. The wild woman of Borneo has nothing on me. When we were at uni, years ago, we used to either whirl our hair to straighten it (that mean you wind it round your head and stick a new pair of tights over the lot and dry it. Yes, it is just as weird as you are thinking right now. I know what picture you have in your mind) or iron it. That's right. Iron one's hair. Well, that is what hair straighteners do, isn't it?? They iron it flat. I can just see me with my head lying on the ironing board.
And on that perfect note, I will leave you grinning. I told you I could see you.