Oh, God. Not good.
Hubs just found his office all tidy. Not how he likes it. Don’t think I can deal
with the stress. Keeping out of the way.
Shame had a nice night too, watching TV comedy shows. Before
then, went to town for hair cut. Not really a good thing though when the lady
spends over forty minutes doing my hair. Washing with stunning shampoos that
you could eat, they smelled so good. Then the hairdresser blow-dries it so it’s
really perfect. Well, I thought, then whilst waiting for Hub to get his done… A
lady sits next to me and says those words one didn’t want to hear.
“Hi love, who’s going to do your hair?”
Haha! What a cheek.
Tomorrow I am off to my home town by train on a day where
there will be demonstrations in parts of the UK and in the town I live now, a
huge horse Race day, so we will come back to chaos.
Shall chat when I return from my Geordie land of Newcastle.
x
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