As I Go Down To The Shops Today

The old 'uns were good company yesterday.
But before I'd even sat down mum told me I looked tired and Dad said I looked thinner. So. I tapped mum's cracked skull with a wet tea spoon and poked dad's flab with a broom handle They loved it.
We yaddered on for a few hours about money, globalisation and breast implants. So no change there. And no change is good. Sometimes. But other times change is needed, infact it's essential...
And now my adult life.
Until last night I had a chum who made insensitivity an art. I'm not going to say what happened as the rain and other fluids poured because this is a happy blog, but this morning I am chumless. And as I buy things in shops down the road, his thoughtless devastating words will accompany me. And I thank him for them because now I can take off the theatrical garb and be me again.

Lisa, my hairdresser, is popping in at tea-time. See pic and you'll see why. I wouldn't usually post a pic where I look less than gorgeous but I like this one because it was taken last Saturday and that day was a good simple day. I think I look kind of fresh. Oh, and food is involved!