I am sneaking this post in, squeaking it in at the very last moment. I am not sure what has happened to the last seven days.
One thing I do know is that it can't really go on. Oh no. This time-whizzing-past-so-fast-that-it's-a-blur and I can't remember anything. I'm not sure what exactly I am going to do about it but do something I shall.
There has been much to feel thankful for, to feel good about: pizza with friends, exciting things planted at the school club (more of that later), puppy pranks, two hours at the hairdressers.....
I know! Two whole, actually surprisingly tense, hours at the hairdressers. It would seem I have lost the ability to sit still. I was worse than a child. I kept getting told off and having my head gently realigned. That hairdresser - patience of a saint. I do feel lighter. I had loads of hair chopped off. Loads.
So that's the photo I was going to upload. Honestly! I have sat here for half an hour faffing around waiting for the pictures I took today to upload and - behold - the camera's battery's flat. So. I guess you'll just have to wait. In the meantime you can gaze at my allotment rhubarb. Which is probably prettier than my hair...
