Today has been...

difficult. Challenging.

At times like this I like to think of simple things. Like, hair!

I was at an event on Tuesday and the woman in front of me had long hair and like a bolt out of the blue, I remembered junior school.

At junior school it was quite possible to start the assembly with one hairstyle and leave with another. There was no consent. If the girl sitting behind you decided she wanted to weave your hair into a beautiful plait she just did. Nobody minded. Long hair made you fair game for re-styling. I remember being a re-styler and restyled.

Eldest tells me this sort of impromptu hairdressing still goes on. That's nice :-)