Mad hair day

Must get it cut.

Outside the Turkish barbers opposite the coffee shop today there was a play fight between three under-occupied hair stylists who were trying to push each other out from under the awning and into the torrential rain. And it really was chucking it down. Then it was sunny. Then it chucked it down again. This pattern repeated itself all day long. Even our kitchen fitters got fed up with it, as they do their sawing al fresco, ours being a small house.

Someone unnamed sent me a bottle of Tuaca for my cocktail cabinet. I think I’ve worked out who and will thank them shortly. It’s a delicious Italian liqueur which has for some reason become a signature drink for the residents of Brighton … 

Kitchen is looking fab. Will be finished tomorrow.

TSM had a goodish day at work. 

Oh - it’s stopped raining again …