And do you notice anything different about my boy? I'm still in recovery after having to get his hair cut last week. The Mums at the school gate have been very kind, and told me that he still looks like him. But all I can see is a rather grown up little boy. I can no longer live vicariously through his hair. I think the curls are still there.
In other news I have re-discovered the joy of scaring myself witless while watching a good pyscho/police drama. Silent Witness, Broadchurch and old episodes of Wire In The Blood. What is it about January and this kind of programme scheduling? Come summer it's all Great British Bake Off and frothy period dramas. I think I overdid it yesterday though. I couldn't sleep, and spent the night with one eye open.
Today is a day of errands and baking. I dislike errands. I love baking. The sun is shining weakly, although I think we may have more rain today. Apparently the big wind is coming, or so my neighbour told me. I do hope she was actually talking about a storm front....
I need new jeans. Mine are now too big for me, which is great, but it only means that I now have to go and try on new ones. The third circle of hell is trying jeans on in a hot changing cubicle. The misery is added to by those awful lights that are put in there. Who looks nice under that kind of wattage? Does anyone? I look like I've recently been dug up.
I really want to get out into the garden.
I'm planning a camping tour of Wales for us.
I start working at the Infant School on Thursday.
I'm seriously thinking about getting my hair cropped short.
'H Is For Hawk' is a wonderful book.
I'm considering signing up to a beekeeping course.
I hope to have lost a couple of pounds at fat club tomorrow.
I'm dusting off my running shoes for the umpteenth time.
I'm thinking that this is a more of a list than a blog post.
I think I may go and make a cup of tea.
Love and kisses,