I was fortunate in that on a Wednesday my lovely friend takes the Princess to school but even so. We had ten minutes to get up, look presentable, eat breakfast and I don't like that start to the day. Plus I was hoarse and raspy so couldn't shout my orders which was frustrating, especially as the princess took four minutes alone to put her socks on.
After that, things calmed down nicely. I managed to see a doctor about my tight chest and she confirmed I do indeed have asthma again, following a virus this week. So back onto the inhalers. Never mind, at least I will be able to breathe easily, I've had some moments this week where it's been a struggle and that's not nice.
Then I popped to a lovely lady who does great haircuts for a mere fraction of the price at a salon. She took two inches off my tresses and cut in some long layers and then blowdried it beautifully. I rarely get my hair done so it was a treat. I bounced out of her house and into Waitrose where I got some compliments about my hair. That is always welcome! My hair has changed so much since having the kids, it's drier, hormones have changed its density and texture but today it feels as lovely as it used to.
|I am not getting it coloured at the moment as hair is too dry |
and therefore I shall soon be grey...sob! But I love the Nigella flicks she gives me.
|Then, ahem, the Prince drove me home|
|Is this a fushia or a freesia? |
Either way they have always reminded me of Pat Butcher's earrings
This lovely cherry tree book (below) was £2 from Oxfam. I love poetry and so does the Princess. My fave poem is featured too, and yes, purely because it features a gypsy wagon. My vehicle of choice!
|Double click and read with delight|