Ow, my legs!

My poor legs! And feet! And heart!

Jungle Book groove party is HARD! Especially when you have barely any sense of rhythm (that'd be me, then).

I've got windows open and I'm downing water like a mad thing. But hey, it's fun. And it's good for me.

Well...

Now I know why the previous owners didn't bother to take their lawnmower with them.

I took it out of the shed and the handle dropped off. I secured the handle and plugged it in and it went zzzzZZZZZzzzz but nothing moved so I unplugged it and looked at the underneath and realised that it was pretty well rusted into place.
I managed to move the blades a bit, trapping my thumb in the process, but also in the process realised they are about as sharp as a plank of wood. So I think I need a new lawnmower.

If only I'd realised this sooner. We could have raced it last week!

Hair (reprise)

So I'm currently in the process of trying to dye my hair back to its natural brown colour but given past experience anything could happen. What colour do you think I'm going to end up with? Place your bets now...

Brown Hair

The hair dye was successful. At least, for some values of successful. My hair is now approximately its natural colour and thus requires no more effort on the colouring front.

But it's brown and it's boring. I think I preferred the red. In fact, I know I did. Even if it did make everyone do a double take at first, and even if I did get comments like "Nice hair, which corpse did it come off?" (Ian Sorenson, what do you expect...?). Damn.

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