This morning Paul asked me to cut his hair so that he will look handsome and dashing when he walks out of Sydney airport next week. Unfortunately I forgot to put the comb onto the end of the cutters so he now has a dashing streak up one side of his head. (I have been forbidden from taking a photo.)
I then decided to press my white linen dress ready for packing. Clearly I had enjoyed my sauce laden lobster a bit too much last week and discovered a huge, orange blob. I have spent the morning trying to remove the stain.
The day is going well.