We didn't make it to the library. I decided to tackle Monkey's frizzy mob, I say 'I' but really I mean the hairdresser. Monkey doesn't have a great track record in this dept. I recall a *four person incident*, to try and persuade, cajole, and finally pin-him-down-to-cut-it. It was with some trepidation that I made eye contact with the hairdressers. Needn't have worried tho', Monkey was really good and easily distracted although he did prematurely declare "finish now". I carried out the bribe and took him to the toy shop where we bought yet another sodding Thomas the Tank Engine engine.
Husband rang sounding a little worn around the edges. Apparently his superbly organised plan to get a cab home from Le Manoir has been thwarted by a mix up over the name of our town and there being another with a slightly different spelling but in another county! He reckons he's going into London and then will get the train. I am a bit anxious that this is a cunningly hatched plan. In my worst nightmare he is lying and spending the night with a) a hooker b) a. n. other woman or c) a lapdancing venue. Obviously this prompted a chocolate binge including three biscuits, half a tub of ice-cream and a cup of hot chocolate. In the best case scenario he is telling the truth and I am a mad neurotic who always assumes the worst and has chronic self-esteem issues. The latter is probably true. Think I have spent too much time on my own today.
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