Hair, there and everywhere

Out of the woods

The harvest festival was held in the village pub and followed by an auction which was all very amusing and lovely. Autumn is my favourite season and it's certainly in full colourful flow just now. Cycling home from work I get to see a beautiful rainbow over Castle Hill right in front of me, which makes me smile so much as it is the embroidered logo on our school T.shirts and jumpers. Full of hope and happiness I pedal on. The half term holiday has been a welcome break from the school/work routine and a chance to catch up with friends, who I have to remind myself I shouldn't miss anymore as they are nearby, but as we are all so busy working we don't have much spare time. Anyway, I have realised that wherever I am there will always be someone somewhere that I miss.

''That's just the way it is 
Some things will never change.''

We have had one of Dirtbag's desert found friends staying with us all week which has been lovely. Hearing them both giggling and chuckling together around the house makes me consider keeping her here with us forever. I was fearing the worst given that we have gone from having three bathrooms (in the desert) to one. This is definitely downsizing in a bad way. Allowing myself to sink into oblivion in a full, hot bubble bath, after two minutes I will always encounter the following scenario. I've not named us here but I think I'm obvious and the other lines can be either, Romeo, Dirtbag or Mini-Me, you choose.

'I need the bathroom.'
'Oh no, I've just got into the bath.'
'I need the toilet.'
'OK, can you wait a few minutes?'
'I need a poo!'
'Right, I'm getting out now.'

Hauling my work-weary bones out of the depths is somewhat akin to the raising of the Titanic. Then I stand towel wrapped and goose bumped on the landing waiting to re-submerge if I can cope with the air pollution. Considering that we have a few buckets lying around, I could always place one in the cellar for emergency use again, like we did when installing the new bathroom a few years ago.

What crazy person would pay a small fortune for her hair doing and then follow it up by shoving a cycle helmet over her super styled, carefully coiffured locks and go for a two and a half hour bike ride? At least I walked out of the hairdressers feeling like one of those shampoo advert women for a little while. It was such a beautiful afternoon I had to be up on the hills. Although it was 12 degrees I felt freezing as the wind is very chilly over the Pennines. It can't have been too bad though because I did stop to have an emergency cherry ice-cream before returning home. The boys were playing golf and are as keen as ever, the girls were being swots doing homework and revising.

My Mirkwood

Our girls shopping trip resulted in a spontaneous Halloween freak show in which I play the main part. My once demure brows now tinted and tweezed resemble some semi-permanent chic slugs snoozing above my eyes. What is wrong with me? For five wholesome years my eyebrows have been scorched by the harsh desert sun and now I allow myself this ridiculous act of vanity. Why do this when I can't even hide the results behind my sunglasses? If I wasn't constantly blowing my nose free of varying shades of snot I would also consider a tiny nose piercing. Again why? It seems to be a force beyond my control and I'm obviously a bit scared of growing old. Which reminds me to book the date for a November party because parties are fun. Maybe I will wear my new top with the colourful unicorn on it and the words Your sparkle has not gone unnoticed, printed underneath in silver?
It reminds me of Mabel, a character from the animated series Gravity Falls which I love watching with Mini-Me. It's different, quirky and funny.

The Village Bonfire

Newsflashes

Dirtbag ran on the track again at a local club.
Romeo is now seeing the chiropractor for his groin strain.
Mini-Me and Midlife Crisis went on a sponsored walk for Haiti calling at three local churches.
Still looking for more agents/publishers.
Don't give up!

''Every man's work, whether it be literature or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself.''
Samuel Butler (1835-1902) British writer and composer.

With Love xx

Lyrics from The Way It Is by Bruce Hornsby and the Range (1986).

Reading: The Tea Planter's Wife by Dinah Jefferies
Listening and singing to: Love & Hate by Michael Kiwanuka (2016) and Love To The People by Sue Barker (1976)
Dancing to: Around the World by Kings of Leon (2016) and (Feeling Like A) Demon Again by Primal Scream (2016)
Watched: The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (2013), Tomorrowland (2015) and Pulp Fiction (1994)
Going to see The Girl on the Train (2016) with some girlfriends at www.penistoneparamount.co.uk