I'm loving today, so far.  I had to get up twirly but apart from that and the fact that all the Saturday Peter Kay tickets appear to be sold out already, my Saturday has gone swimmingly.

The reason I had to get up twirly is because I had an appointment to get my hair done at 9.00am.  I'm really pleased with the result - it's the same colour as before but it a little bit shorter and now when I tuck it behind my ears, it doesn't go all wispy and funny-looking.

So that was that.  Then I went into M&S to get a ding for this evening because I couldn't be arsed to cook or go out.  I've come back with two fillets of trout with crab and red pepper, topped with breadcrumbs, and some potatoes and asparagus tips to go with them.  And chocolate pots for dessert.  And two (yes, two) bottles of Petit Chablis.  Do not expect to get any sense out of me later on if I appear online!  I was a Good Citizen while I was at M&S as well.  There was an old(ish) lady in front of me and she was so busy trying to pack all her shopping into her little trolley and get instructions from the cashier as to where to go to get it packed into her car that she almost left her purse behind and would have gone off without it had I not spotted it and caught her attenton.  Bless her.

I got home just in time to avoid the worst of the rain, which was bloody ridiculous at times.  It was like being in Belgium only with gale force winds.  I was sat in the conservatory this afternoon and it was just like someone was chucking buckets of water at the windows.  Bonkers weather.  Still, I'm not moaning because it could be so much worse.  It's just a bit of rain and we're not in danger of flooding or anything thankfully.  We're very lucky indeed.

So, what else...?  Oh, I had a lovely cheese and ham omelette for lunch, and then I've spent the last four hours out in the conservatory, reading The Chocolate Run by Dorothy Koomson.  I'm so glad I finished it at home and not on the bus.  It made me blub.  A lot.  In several places.  I'm so glad that me_unabridged introduced me to Dorothy Koomson - I've loved every single one I've read now, they're wonderful.

So once I'd finished that I brought myself back into the house proper and now I'm sat on the sofa with half an eye on Soccer Saturday (although I have to keep averting my gaze each time Matthew Le Tissier appears), listening to Euphoria and trying to decide whether to start work on the fic that popped into my head last night/this morning or whether to leave it until tomorrow.  Decisions, decisions...

This evening, I'm going to be having a nice long soak in the bath whilst starting another book (probably one of the Dean Koontz ones) and sipping a glass of wine, and then I'm going to get myself straight into my PJs, cook dinner, eat dinner, curl up on the sofa, watch telly and drink more wine.  I think I can cope with that.