Oh the things we put ourselves through......

Well, today did not get off to a stellar start. Apart from the fact that I am now quite capable of surviving the aquazumba class, of course. Back to normal on that front at last. That was good. Great. But then I went to get the headlight sorted, and that was just fine, although I appeared to have lost the cap for the headlight inside the car - you know, the bit which keeps water out of it. I would think that was quite essential, actually. Anyway, I drove home, and then walked all the way to the dual carriageway / motorway type of road to see where it had fallen off. I remember hearing something, you see, but didn't see anything in the road behind me rolling about as I went to the shop which fixed the light.

It was a fair way to walk, and JUST as I got to the far distance and was about to turn round after a fruitless search, the heavens opened and the rain fell in biblical proportions. On me. I had no coat. The sun was shining when I set off.

I was drenched, and cold and totally unimpressed with life, let me tell you.

So I trudged home, and in the post were 2 wedding invitations/save the date thingys. One in France in September, and one in Auckland in Feb. Wonderful celebrations are ahead for 2012.

Then, with great timing, I remembered that I had a long-standing appointment to have my hair cut, and a few highlights put in to counteract the rapidly multiplying stress highlights (aka grey). I cannot describe what a mess it looked like after being soaked in the rain and drying in frizz curls. The word fortuitous springs to mind. It is over a year since I have done anything to the hair, and it was looking very tired. Like its owner. In fact, it looked worse than the woman on "10 years younger" on TV last night, and she was just 50. Groan.

So, in the interests of being real here at RCR, here you see what a picture of stunning-ness one looks like with foils in the hair. Please note the one sticking straight up in the air. A special touch, I feel. Two minutes prior to the photo, I had the whole lot dangling over my eyes, and I was beginning to hyperventialte.

Thank the Good Lord for giant red clips, is all I can say.

Such elegance needs to be recorded for posterity. I just had the top of the head done because the whole head requires mortgaging one's home.

However, it looks great, even with just a few in. I sat there in those foils and worked on the ripple (the red one) while I chatted to a fellow client also having a "get rid of the grey" day, who sings in the same choir that I sing in (and our choir will be singing together with Becky's husband's choir when it visits in May this year).

It is amazing what a new hairdo will do for the mood, and the sense of self-confidence. I will need all of that when I go to a meeting next week with the barrister and assorted other legal people and medical experts in London. I refuse to look like the country bumpkin I may just have become. I can do classy and elegant. I will do it. I can remember how.

At least the hair will be ok. I can work on the rest. I have a week.

So, on this grey and dismal day, there have been rays of sunshine too. Anything is possible. I need to remember that.