|Out of focus, but scrummy|
Today we finally got to grips with the juicer. When I say ‘we’ I mean, of course, the other-half. I was still lazing around in bed while he girded his loins with cheap girders (copyright Spike Milligan) and read the juicer instruction book. No mean feat. The result, apple/celery/carrot juice was yummy even though it looked fairly disgusting. So from now on we will be juice crazy and will be going on a veg buying spree tomorrow. There are however two downsides to this juicing lark: 1) When the juicer is running it sounds like a jumbo jet is taking off in the kitchen 2) Dismantling it to clean it (see below).
|OK, the toaster isn't part of the juicer but daren't move it due to risk of crumb avalanche|
It was a lovely warm, sunny day here in Shropshire. We went to see our pals J, M and little N and had a good catch up. Amazingly N (age 2 and a half) recognized me in my shorn state and what’s more didn’t run and hide behind the sofa in shock (neither did J and M). Result!
Mind you I think even such hair as I have is well on its way out now. This morning my pillow was covered in hair and I can see bald patches developing on one side. Thanks again to C & C Hairdressing for Tuesday’s short back and sides, as my reaction to finding a lot of half inch hairs on my pillow was merely ‘oh look’, had they been six inches or so long I think it might have been more a case of ‘oh woe is me’. The other-half has just informed me that my eyebrows are on the way out too. Time to get practicing with the eyebrow pencil. I think I might go for a Bert from Sesame Street look. What do you think?