Tulip

Woke at 5.30 and didn’t get back to sleep.

Hairdresser then walked to Chilly Road metro in hail to get into town to try to get comfy footwear.

Metro to #3 daughter’s. Ella hates my hair. He’s only put brown on the roots so the low lights (or are they highlights,) left from before mingle with the grey. Ella says I don’t look like me and need brown curls, not a funny light fringe.

She wouldn’t read to me as it takes too long and she can read quicker in her head.

This tulip from my pot cheered me up, as will watching Fleabag on iPlayer!