My very short hair is now full of ever increasing bald patches. The other-half, bless his cotton socks, informed me this morning that waking up next to me is like waking up next to an eagle chick. I wasn't impressed. However, on finding a photo (above) the undeniable truth is that eagle chicks are considerably cuter.
For the first time in ages I walked into town and back today and also strolled around the Farmers' Market. It does feel a bit like I ran a marathon, but I am buoyed up by the knowledge that I have returned with close to my own body weight in bread pudding. Food of the gods.
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