Having woken up with mad hair, I went in search of a photo which I knew would help me think what it could look like if I waited another few (?) weeks before I gave in and got it cut. It was a long time ago and I think I look a bit simpery, but liked my hair.

Then took the Gin Girls to the supermarket and on the return journey I took Mam past the house in which I was born. (and my father, grandfather and great grandfather) Mam told me about Dad going to play chess with the headmaster of Horsley school while Grandma went to the WI. I love these little snippets of my history. My paternal  Grandma was great for gossip too. 
All in all a lovely day looking at the future up memory lane.