June 16, 2008

• More grass

  I’m hayfevery (with incredibly itchy eyes: I suspect that, despite the eyedrops, there will be a prescription filing for the stronger antihistamines in the next day or so).  I’m sleepy (partly due to a wondrous ball: partly due to the fact that my flatmate seems to be incapable of letting herself into the flat without making the most godawful racket at silly o’clock in the morning).  I’m inclined to soul search slightly (made mistake on Friday, upset someone whom I esteem highly, but I think we’ll both get over it).  I am skipping Softball for the sake of sanity.

  Here.  Have some grass.

  I think it needs a bit of a trim.  It’s getting very straggly round the edges.

  Rather like me (I could do with a bit of a trim as well).  However, I am happier taking the scissors to it, than I am taking the scissors to my hair.

   

   

   

   

  Dom and I at the Ball of Wondrousness.  There was only one non-wondrous moment, when the boy stood not two feet from me, and organised a date with the girl who was standing in between us (I think he was drunk and failing to think.  My Mother thinks he was trying to Make A Point.  Whatever.  I sulked for all of five minutes and then Got Over Myself).

  It’s a jolly good dress, isn’t it?  I look exactly like my mother in this photograph, which is a Good Thing.

   

   

  

   

   

  Stephanie was also glammed up.  If someone could tell me how to gain weight on my collarbones, but not elsewhere, I would be gratified.  I suspect it’s not possible, but I live in hope.

   

   

  I look as though I’ve got mischief in mind in this picture.  Really, I don’t.  I’m terrifically well behaved at this type of event.  I value my manicure!

   

   

   

  And Dom modelled the glove for me.  Prior to the application of the button (sewn on, at high speed, yesterday morning).   He has delicate hands compared with my Daddy: the gloves fit Daddy perfectly.  But, if the circulation to your index finger, on your right hand, was a bit rubbish owing to crass stupidity 20 years ago, these would make a v. welcome addition to your wardrobe.  Dad was tickled pink.

   

  

  

  You can see that the unanchored finger flops about somewhat.  It’s now held in place by a nifty red heffalump button.  As with other huge heavy mammals, heffalumps rock.

  xxx

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