The poor man had recently been fished out of the Thames after falling off a walkway and becoming trapped between a boat and the Thames wall. He broke a rib, bashed his ankle and briefly knocked himself out. Scary stuff. I am very glad he has fully recovered, not least because he is clearly a man of generous spirit but also because for a few hours only I look as I have grown-up hair. Tomorrow will be another story, but then I will have daffodils to admire and threads to gaze upon.
* Well, OK, the threads are actually for my sister, but I can pretend, can't I?
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Flowers from your hairdresser, excellent, my barber is very special, she being very dykeish no flowers but she gives me discount, so it's all good.
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