Mince pies

All packaged up for Mr F’s English conversation class at AVF tomorrow. Earlier I had walked Elvis with Archie, Snap and their humans, put in a few hours clearing ivy off the wall by the swimming pool, cleaned out the chickens  and had my hair cut at the salon in the village.
I’m reluctant and quite terrified of French hairdressers, but needs must, so apart from forgetting the French word for conditioner (which they charge extra for) it didn’t turn out too bad.