Waves...

My curls are attempting to return.
And I'm wearing my (painful) back up glasses thanks to Willow deciding to kill my other pair whilst I was in the shower.

Managed to get my notes to dry and they're mostly readable so that's a plus, and The Boy's back tomorrow.

Just really wishing I'd had the courage to go and get help for my depression when Labour were still in charge so I wouldn't have the massive stress that the Coalition are causing me.