Looking better, Mother..

Here I am again, feeling rather proud of myself because I've managed to put two new ink cartridges into my printer - successfully. And that's good for me. I tend to put these things off because I'm sure I'll get them wrong. And if that sounds too ridiculous, I can tell you that the colour cartridge hadn't been working at all since before Christmas. Anyway, I've got it right now, and we're printing perfectly!

Strange day today, weatherwise, because at last we have had the mist that has been covering the country for the last few days. It was sunny here in my garden, two blocks back from the beach, but looking down I could see a shimmering, translucent wall hiding the sea. It was rather beautiful, because it wasn't at all solid, but you could hear the cries of the seagulls echoing off it. And the sea was quite silent. Later, though, the chill seeped through and it became very grey. The sun hung like a smoky chinese lantern in the mist. Time to go home and get cosy.

I went bravely in search of a new hairdresser this morning. I've grown tired of the local Trevor Sorbie (sorry Trevor) because they have made one mistake too many, and I have been waiting 2 months for my hair to grow out enough to put it right. I was motivated by my Brighton BF telling me yesterday that I looked awful ("drained" was the word she used), quite rightly, and so decided I had to do something about it. I was very pleased with the result (a good cut and highlights), and so was my lovely BBF who said it had surgically removed 10 years, just like that. Feeling drained and depleted, as I have been, is all very well, but in the end you need to do something about it. At my age I can't afford to droop. I'm going to see my lovely Daughter and Grandson tomorrow, and on Friday I'm booking a facial and a massage at the Treatment Rooms (the best in Town). That will be several steps in the right direction...