The Torch

I have had a dreadful week at work.  I won't even bore you with the details, suffice to say that no one in authority takes ownership of their own mistakes and that no one in authority, at my place of work anyway, cares about the staff.  I'm done now, thank you for listening.

So, in light of the farce in work that has gone on for the past two weeks, I decided to take extra leave.  J is going on holiday the early hours of Thursday, so I won't have much contact and I won't see her for about three weeks.  So I offered to take her shopping for last minute holiday stuff, and we could spend some time together.

Despite going to bed late on Wednesday night, I woke at 3.45am this Thursday morning, my usual time.  I tried to get back to sleep for a good while, then got up at 5am.  I had breakfast then jogged for an hour.  It's cloudy and raining today, the first we've had for two weeks, and I don't care, I'm off work.

J and I avoided the Bridge like the plague as it was being closed while the Olympic torch was run across it.  The Bridge was being closed for an hour, can you imagine the backlog of traffic?  J and I headed for a neighbouring town, far, far away, where the traffic was free flowing. 

We parked up and headed, in the horizontal rain, for Starbucks.  A coffee and half a fruit toast later, plus a substantial conversational catch up, and we hit the shops.  They are filled with holiday items, but as I'm not going anywhere and J is only going in this country, with the dogs, we passed on everything.

After mooching around the shops, with no purchases, J and I headed for Starbucks again, mainly for the sit down before we hit M&S for a food shop, they have special offers on for the weekend, and as it's "Dine for Two,"  I get two meals, or one meal twice, lucky me.

So, it's still raining when I get home.  I start the ironing then head out to get my hair cut, it's desperate, I haven't been able to coax the barnet into anything for weeks now. After spending all day avoiding the torch, I see one!  It's obviously a torch bearer, holding extinguished torch and having photo taken outside the Ferry Boat, remember we had coffee there?  I park up and head for my hairdressers.  Louise, my hairdresser asks me if I've had a stab at it myself and I confess all.  She laughs and tells me that at least I own up, it's the customers who have clearly had a go themselves that don't own up that makes her scratch her head.  As usual, I take multiple pictures to attempt to illustrate how I want it, better that than try to explain, but I always add that Louise can do what she wants, she has a great understanding of my weird hair, so I trust her.  I ponder that I even saw a short hairstyle that I liked and that I considered it.  Suffice to say that Louise put me straight, and with my weird, curly, fine, bald in places hair, there is no way on earth that I should consider going short, at least I know now.  I really like Louise, she brings me to my senses.  Absolutely no nonsense.

So I leave the hairdressers, do a little food shopping, (it's dead, think everyone is avoiding the torch,) and head home to make a few phone calls then continue with the ironing, life is so exciting.