Shelf guineas

Mr Kipling and Willow pose for a last-minute blip, way too close to midnight.

A busy day in the home office, with a wee break to get a haircut at the local salon. Marco plays great 1950s music. I hope my tapping toes didn't result in a wonky cut. You know how hairdressers always want you to stay still, keep your head just so, etc. but it's impossible with music like that. I'm happy with the hair and Marco didn't complain about the jigging. Hooray!

Post-work was spent removing the sealant and applying new sealant in the bathroom. A horrid job. Damn that mildew nonsense.