On the Fringe

I have an irrational fear of hairdressers, who rank right up there with dentists for me, although I am getting better at telling them exactly what it is I want them to do with my hair. (Which is not very much for the time being except cutting back in the fringe and tidying up the layers.) 

Apart from a lunchtime visit to the hairdresser, followed by a visit from Mum, who wanted me to look over a letter for her, I did some writing in the morning and then spent most of the rest of the day reading a book for review.

I was planning on taking other photos but this ended up being the only one I took today, so it'll have to do.