Doctor Dread

Eve has wanted dreads for a long time. She's tried doing them herself. Today she spent three hours in the Dread Doctor's chair. Another two hours next week should do the trick. It's a joy and a privilege trying to keep a weather eye on all of these developments.

Speaking of which I got home to find a dozen fifteen year olds in the house preparing for a party at the rugby club. I'm sure some of them were clinking as they came in and they won't notice that bottle of Sauvignon Blanc has gone when they come back later.