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| The hairdressers was busy. I knew Hannah was in there because she wasn't standing outside waiting for me to collect her. So I climbed the stairs and looked around. The fact that she was sitting right in front of me and I didn't recognise her gave me pause for thought. Did I, perhaps, need new glasses? Was I going doolally? No, it was the fringe (and, possibly the two bunches of hair that the stylist had created to give her space to straighten Hannah's hair). There's a paradox here - for a split second I failed to recognise her, at the same time she looked (facially!) more like I did at the same age. For the first time I could see the faint likeness between us. And that is sort of nice. Sunday was one of those dreaded days of the year - Hannah returning to uni. The separation blues, I call it. It's a bit like PMT - tension builds and then dissipates. Saturday was the tensest day. By Sunday evening (particularly after she'd rung to say she'd been back for an hour and a half) I was good. And so was she! Got around to stripping her bed today. Sign that she's definitely relocated for the duration. And now we are two for a while - a bottle of wine, the iPOD on the Bose speakers, and an hour in the hot tub. Bliss! | | |
| I have perfected the art of cleaning. I've always joked that we invite people around when the house needs cleaning 'cos it gets us off our butts. What I don't like, however, is having someone other than a friend descend unexpectedly. Friends can cope with the untidiness and bits of dust. Acquaintances (particularly attached to work colleagues) might forgive the state of the house - but I get to feeling like a slut!
The solution is, of course, to keep the house clean at all times ... hah!
Excuse me whilst I go change and slap on some make-up ...
Ah! But there is Tom and I want to pick his brains before he goes skating ... No time for personal grooming!
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| So, a day after returning from holiday and I'm back in the old routine ... hah!
Instead of being sensible and being asleep, here I am. No doubt I shall berate myself in the morning when I'll want to stay in bed but have to get up to work. One day I'm just gonna say "sod it" and ignore any responsibilities I have.
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