Mushroom management

Hungover in the morning I had to make some semblance of sense to Ronni upstairs who'll graduate in the next year and wanted some advice on working in the NGO sector. I raked through the detritus of my brain and offered up some ideas.

I had a long overdue haircut to tame the wild mushrooming mop, which promptly got rained on when I emerged tidily coiffured. A few hours of volunteering at one of our refugee community social events, talking through the help we can try to arrange for zumba classes, swimming lessons and bike provision for all families.

Then to dinner with the elixir of life, Helen Mulligan. Then home to varnish some curtain poles. Then the longest sleep for quite some time.