In some ways I’ve caught up with myself, in other ways my fingers are in my ears. Easy to trip over a shoelace doing that.
However, there was the family bike ride where swans loomed large, a cake related incident, the realisation that expansion bellows were the only solution and there was hell to pay for letting the tank run so low.
The hair went away once more, the girls liked it, then didn’t, and I got bored of using hair putty again very quickly. Shorn for action is way easier. Especially as summer is here, what the hell man?
I wonder if it’ll be as clear as it is now at the coming full moon? I’m going very near here again in the next couple of weeks and I would happily eat one of many hats to have that stuff again. Not one with a skip on it though, that’s just no use at all.
And so to bed, for tomorrow I’ll be in The Lakes. Hills? Don’t be daft.