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
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.
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.