OMG its Cold!

Brrrrrrrr
I wish we'd managed to get the work done on our lower entrance before winter set in...it's bloody cold sitting here with the wind seeping under the french doors and round the 'hole under the stairs' dead space room that will become the new entrance eventually.

OK, so I do happen to be sitting here in a vest top and with wet hair sqidged up on my head while I wait for my colour to take, but hey, the heating is up and it should be toasty in this room.

I spoke to my mum yesterday and she dropped into the conversation the fact that she's taken over from Steve in the chasing up the solicitor department and has been hassling her to get my Grandma's estate sorted pronto.
I mean, its not unreasonable to ask them to get their finger out when they quoted around 3 months to sort it and its been 11 months so far.

Sigh.

Work [ including me] are off to see Jools Holland at the Albert Hall tomorrow, but one of the girls won't be able to come after all as she has had a berevement in the family which means that the whole extended family are not expected to do anything 'enjoyable'.
At least her family didn't have to take all their furniture outside , which is what the immediate family had to do...wonderful in the start of a cold snap...and they can watch tv.



We still don't kmow the exact details of whats going to happen at the Aylesford Depot, though all the signs are saying its definitely closing, but no one's saying when.

Oh, my alarm is telling me my developing time is up, so i'd best go and see if I'm all bright red again.
I might change it next time.........
Or maybe not.
I've been blonde, from honey to platinum, I've been black, brunette, dark purple and mousy.
But this is the longest I've been anything other than the colour I was born with, and it suits my personality, so maybe I'll go on with it for a little longer.
:D

*tootles off humming "I'm gonna wash that man right out of my hair"*
;)

What A week!!!!!!

Where on earth do i start ?

Should i go in strict time order moving from silly games on the eurostar with a load of unknown guys who's knowledge of 50's and 60's pop was far superior to mine, through a foot aching but green eyeball envy inducing visit to the Musee D'Orsay, a wet-yourself gigglefest during re-surfacing at the Bercy Ice rink [ its amazing how funny spongebob square pants and an hour long session in the bathroom becomes under the right circumstances] to the amazing chocolatier on the Boulevard St Michel with the mohican and handlebar moustache who dances and sang his way around selecting chocolates for my girls.

Or should it be by incidence of gradually increasing madness of my partners in crime, ending up with a face off in the Metro turnstiles betweed a rabidly tiny fur clad french Madame intent on inserting herself in front of an equally rabid and tiny fur clad english Madam shouting 'come on girls, link hands, dont let the french through' or earlier 'Oh No, They've taken my daughter, You'll have to body surf back to us dear' [ as the swell of bodies briefly separated them ] plus the amazing sight of a 46 year old woman jumping up and down while screaming at an exasperated assistant 'we don't need to be seated , we were here an hour ago' while the rest of us were legging it down the stairs to get seated because they had started the skating early?

Or maybe I should just stick to the skating....
Mao Asada, a 15 year old from Japan who wiped the floor with the opposition, looking like she could skate forever, as light as a butterfly, going from triple to triple, sticking in a triple, double double combination without breathing hard. Absolutely amazing.
:D
The Kerrs dropping out.
The dance seeming to go from lift to lift with very little of 'dance' between...more show numbers than anything else.
3 days of skating ranging from the indiferent to the gobsmacking, but I wouldn't have missed a second of any of it.

There was loads more, but its all merging together already.

Except Mao Asada..... if you get the chance to watch her skate, take it.
You won't be disappointed.