I nearly overdosed on hairspray, but I made it. I haven't seen so much hair lacquer since the primary school production in Year 7 - sixty 12 year old girls, one room, pre-performance jitters - it was character building. School Ball, "prees" (pre-ball drinks), "afters" (afterball party) tick. Girlchild returned so exhausted she can't speak. Sanity - intact, almost. Finances - crumbling. And oh yes - another working week to look forward to.
A glorious, sunny, warm weekend. Right now the wind is howling and thunder threatening but the washing is dry, and it's dark, so I have no more need to be outside. I tripped over this earlier and so have spent a few hours working on it - doesn't look like this any more but you will have to wait to see the finished product.The manchild, on the run from ball hysteria, hid out at mine and had a quiet day. He had a bit of a sleep in so I got some time to work on some semi-assembled projects and recover a bit of the kitchen table's surface. It's that time of year again.
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