Had my horrible bedhead hair chopped off this morning...so now it's seriously short all over and there isn't that floppy bit hanging in one eye which drove me to distraction...rather fancy a bright pink streak so I might get one of those spray cans of dye...they wash out easily enough. I think.
The downside is that, Trisha, the hairdresser, can and does talk for Ireland...she stands behind me waving her scissors in the air while expounding on something or other and I begin to fidget and wriggle and want to be going. Then Ita came in and that was that...I was stuck for another half hour. Ita has the flower shop next door to the hairdressers...she was grumbling about the fact the 'health police' are beating us up over the amount of sugar we eat...and don't think you can eat honey instead because bee-keepers are having to feed their bees with sugar because there aren't enough flowers for them to find nectar.
Actually I rather think we may be plain lucky here in our little corner of the West because my garden is always stuffed with honey bees and those pretty day flying moths...the Hummingbird moth...they look just like a miniature Hummingbird though are brownish rather than bright colours, and have a long curled tongue that darts out to capture the flowers nectar. We have Bumble bees as well and several different sorts of butterflies...not much in the way of pollution here you see.
Anyway...you mustn't eat sugar anymore, it makes you fat and gives you wrinkles...bit late for me, but there you are.
A little shop has opened in town which does house clearances...they're selling the best bits...I just glanced in the window really quickly 'cos there is stuff in there I'd like...not anything I need of course...just bits I'd quite like. We'd be totally hopeless at doing house clearances...Himself would want to keep all the goodies in old sheds...tools and so on...and I'd probably just want to keep everything. And if there were any dogs or cats or other animals left behind then we'd bring them home as well...
Always slightly conscious of the cottage bursting at the seams I do like it when someone comes in and says 'Ooo...isn't it lovely in here' though that begs the question as to how to respond...do you sort of simper and agree or do you shuffle your feet and go a bit pink in the cheeks...I play safe and say thank you, while trying not to look at the enormous dust bunny that's just popped out from under the chest of drawers...
I was offered a home help person you know, and was quite tempted, until it dawned on me I'd be overcome with embarrassment at the thought of someone ferreting about under my settee and however would I explain about Roland in the roof when he's sharpening his rodent teeth on a hot water pipe...then there's Michael the third, who makes mad dashes across the kitchen floor when you least expect to see him...we've murdered Michael number two...and Millie ate Michael number one...
And I'd feel obliged to provide decent dusters and tins of Mr Sheen and Ajax for the bath...though you might be able to ask for an eco-friendly home help I suppose who'd turn her nose up at aerosol polish and be a demon with the vinegar and think damp dusting was the only way to go...
Himself can manage supper tonight...I'm having veggie burgers and egg fried rice...I think he's bought himself chicken burgers...also with rice. It's all out of packets though...the rice is actually really yummy...made by Birds Eye...as are the veggie burgers. Not sure about the chicken burgers actually, but then I'm not eating those...
Did you read or hear of the Irish news about a week ago...a dreadful sad murder case when a young man was killed by his lodger...over a game of chess apparently. The lodger ate his victims lung and his heart...he's in the Central Mental Hospital now. It's said to be the first case of cannibalism in Ireland...the first known case anyway.
Quite what that has to do with chicken burgers I'm not sure.