Sunday night hair wash

Another weekend gone in a flash.

This is Shortie waiting to have her hair dried, reading a pony book. I had realised at about 7 pm I hadn't taken any pictures today, so Shortie was "it". She accepts these trials with good grace, thankfully...

We'd just had some rather nice roast chicken, which is a bit of rarity; Sunday night dinner is usually less fussy. So I've now got stock on the go for some soup.