surreal 2

the hairdresser is up on a mezzanine level with a cafe down below. all well and good until you need the loo and have to walk through the cafe pretending that you've forgotten that your head is covered in green tinfoil.

we walked slowly to school in the sun. i pushed the twins up the steep hill and gave c crucial advice about the delicate matter of wearing skirts over trousers. sat for ages in the hairdressers.

braved asda to buy party tat for carpetbiter1's party on saturday. can't decide if carpetbiter2 is overtired/overwrought or basically hyperactive but he's certainly a bit nutty at the moment.