Anyhoo, enough of that. Um. Sorry darlings, nothing interesting has happened today. I went to get my hair cut, came home and continued to sort out my wardrobe. The good thing is that the ironing basket has been cut down to – well, to a single basket. It contains a whole lot of dinner napkins and three of the Sage’s shirts and some handkerchiefs. I’ve got a lot of napkins. I’ve told my children that they can each expect a good four dozen as their inheritance when I die. They all wished me long life and good health. The less good news is that I’ve now got an awful lot of unironed clothes hanging in my wardrobe. Every time I dress I shall have to switch on the iron first – and, more to the point, use it.
I weighed myself this morning. Joy, darlings, total joy. Not only have I lost the pound I gained in India, but a couple more besides. I celebrated by cutting off the buttons on my jeans and sewing them on again half an inch in. Yes, I was wearing the jeans at the time. But at least I threaded the needle first time, which I thought wasn’t bad really, as my sight isn’t what it was, now I have slight astigmatism. I never thought my short sight would let me down and am reluctant to admit it.
I had my hair cut slightly shorter before I went to India to be easier to look after and I will keep it that way, at least for the summer. It’s not a lot of difference, not an inch in it, but I think it’s okay. I’ve kept the fringe at the same length. Anything to hide the wrinkles, darling. Or some of them, at any rate.