It was much colder this morning, so just as well I was going to a Nadfas lecture and not planning to work outdoors. This afternoon, I had typing to do … so faffed around doing not a lot except read the papers and play my current favourite iPhone game. Yes, I know. Well, I like games and if I want to waste time, it’s my own. In a few minutes my alarm will go off, reminding me that I have a date with the hairdresser. I’m afraid that I smell of woodsmoke and probably have a lot of grit in my hair, but I didn’t wash it this morning – h’m, probably have a pillow smelling of woodsmoke now. Oh well. I’ll turn it upside down, not changing the bedclothes today.
Do you remember, you who are my sort of age, that we used not to wash our clothes and towels constantly? Before the days of electric washing machines, when I was a child, when clothes were hand washed, *you* (your mother) sponged off marks and washed what was actually dirty. In our case, we sent sheets and towels to the laundry, but we were very lucky to be able to afford it, it was much more work otherwise.
A few hours later
I had my hair cut. I like going to the hairdresser and it was pleasantly relaxing. I should get my photo taken for my new passport before I wash my hair and it goes to hell in a handcart again. If hair can do that without me, that is. Hell in a handcart sounds quite fun, but probably is a bit more rollercoaster than is pleasant.
I’m booked to play the organ for another funeral next week. It’s all making me ever so introspective. This is a friend, actually, or he was until he withdrew into himself and didn’t really want to see anyone. I’ll be glad when Andy is able to play for funerals again.
Oh, and we had a letter from the cleaning agency saying that they came and couldn’t raise us. Sorry? We were here and waiting. I’d spent quite a long time tidying in preparation and stayed in all afternoon in case they were late. No, I don’t know and I can’t be bothered to talk. I’ll email.
Darlings, I’ve foolishly drunk the third glass of wine (I only half fill the smallish glass so that it’s a unit at a time, but all the same) and I’m tired because I don’t sleep, so please ignore the short paragraphs and bitty nature of the post. Tomorrow, Weeza is coming over with the children and we’re looking forward to that, but the forecast is jolly cold so we’re not sure what to do.
Oh, and Ro and Dora have booked a holiday in France which is very good, but sadly and without realising, they will be away for the blog party. Ro (we didn’t see Dora yesterday) is genuinely disappointed. He would have loved to see you.