Nearly done with the edit, hopefully that’s all done and dusted tomorrow.
A lesson in life: I needed a haircut so rather than going to my usual I popped round to ‘Tony’s’ round the corner. He has 2 teeth and mumbles in strong Sicilian.
He took one look at my hair (the strand!) and said “You had a girl cutting your hair, no?” - I nodded.
“Don’t!” he said “they bad with hair.” He then snipped and snipped, until he finished and said “Girls bad at cutting hair.” So there we are – apparently girls can’t cut men’s hair - or is it just mine?
Cookie Monster Goes ParasailingGemima has just popped into work and now I have to walk her home. I wonder what its like to see London from dog-eye level.
Am interviewing for a Personal Fitness Trainer tomorrow – whoo-hoo!
Song of the Day: King of Rock & Roll (Prefab Sprout)
Weather: Steaming
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