You know, I always straighten my hair, because it is really wild if I don't, and I always wear make-up. But here???? I have resorted to wearing the hair tied up and out of the way, and no makeup except waterproof mascra, and a little lipstick if I am going out, because all I seem to do is wipe the lot off all day. Or it drips off by itself, and I can't tell you how many times I have come home and seen the racoon eyes in the mirror. Humidity does that.
Normally, I would have put on a jacket with a hood to go to the local supermarket in the fog, but today I didn't bother, and the hair is rising as I speak. Just as well I don't know many people! But it is such a change not to bother too much about what the hair does etc etc. In a sense, that is what holidays are all about. However, the miracle cream moisturiser is always in place. I live in hope of miracles.
Yesterday was a quiet day, and I played about with the camera and the computer. Marge has a little turquoise toy dog as part of the decor in her bathroom, and while we have been here, he has been moved, posed, and discovered a life of his own, so yesterday, amid much hilarity, David and I took him On an Adventure, and he went bungee jumping off the nearest bridge. He has been christened Bog Dog. It was hysterically funny, as people stopped to look over the bridge and see what we were doing, and must have thought we had lost our minds.
Anyway, we then came home, and I made a book of his adventures, and one thing lead to another, and he now has 3 books with a fourth ready to print. He has been for a drive, been to visit Marge at work, and been to the park. Forget the new hair look.....the people in the village probably think I am totally loopy.
If nothing else, it has made us all laugh, and the books will be great fun for Missy too. So here you go - meet Bog Dog! He has "special ropes" (elastic) for his adventures.
He is about to make his bungee jump!
Look at him go!