Loki está perplejo.

It’s incredibly hot and humid here at the moment, and my long fine hair turns into a frizz reminiscent of bride of Frankenstein. I can control the back by plaiting it, but the sort-of fringe at the front needs something to smooth it out. I have some big rollers somewhere, I think, but have no idea where they are, so had to improvise. This is Loki’s look of perplexity on spotting me with an empty toilet-roll tube fastened to my forehead with hair grips. I declined to blip a self-portrait on aesthetic grounds.