Bad hair day

A bad hair day isn't always about hair. It's sometimes a metaphor or even an omen. The fact that one is noticing one's hair and finding it so bad suggests one is looking too hard and feeling too negative. It also suggests one is making a mess of things or going to make a mess of things. Perhaps one isn't coping well; perhaps the rest of the day will look all silly and sticky-uppy and be annoying, wrong and daft. Perhaps one will proclaim, "Gah! Stupid!" every time one passes a mirror because one simply hates oneself today. Or perhaps one has woken up so mind-numbingly stupid one can't even use a hairdryer today.

After a weekend of poor sleep, stress and a sick child, and trying to juggle a mind full of worries, I guess I was heading for a bad hair day. Although the sun was shining, the weather was warm and I was determined to be positive, I couldn't shake tiredness and a feeling of frustration all day. Some people arrived to fit the brackets for our solar panels - which is great and really good but I still couldn't help feeling done in. I noticed my arms were shaking the way they do when I've been getting anxious, so I wrote this quickly: Snap!

I then made a soup, went for a walk on the beach, then spent the rest of the afternoon sorting though all the stuff that came out of the airing cupboard when we had our new emersion heater put in.
Exciting stuff.

Tess and I had a go at making fudge this evening. It wasn't quite right - it was a bit crumbly. But that's because it's a bad hair day.