under another sun

Low energy. Lorraine up early however, off to Paul her hairdresser. I went to meet her later, and was given a piece of chocolate and allowed to watch Lorraine's final hairs being cut, apparently in groups of two or three. No wonder it takes two hours. Then we mooched about doing some xmas shopping, eventually winding up in Foodilic for a late all you can eat bite of things like mushroom casserole.  I then mobbed onto a bus with the bags, and Lorraine did a bit more heroic battling. Home, and a bit of much needed downtime.

Lorraine is scared of few things in this world, but her hairdresser is one of them. We sprang out of bed, after I'd drip fed Lorraine some tea and made some boiled eggs and marmite toast Lorraine drove us off into town, armed with my Santa suit, to be returned to the folks at Beth's drama school, and two cylinders of CO2 for our fizzy water machine, which I replaced as Lorraine hurried off to Paul her hairdresser. A gorgeous morning, cold and bright. Lorraine phoned me a few minutes later, walking to Paul's knowing she was on time, and full of happiness, which was rather lovely. I ducked into city books, and found a cafe and sent a few messages and emails, then spoke to Janet and Ken and made off to see them, armed with nutty chocolate brownies, and stamps that I picked up for Janet. Nice chat there with Janet, among other things about being a Critical Friend to businesses and practitioners. As I had woken up in the morning thinking this might be a useful thing for me to ...