Woke up at 6:30am and saw Ian off to work. Watched BB from last night, made myself some breakfast....
..then started on painting my MIL's room putting up the first layer of undercoat.
Carrick came over around noon and helped me out for a few hours.
Ian came home from work and I fell asleep on the couch for a bit, but I'm exhausted still.
Will say though that the council phoned me about some more information for my pre-employment. I have to send stuff off to the FBI though and call the American Embassy tomorrow and ask them a few questions. Jeezie!
But, on a more upbeat note, Fudge had a nice relaxing day...
....and I was able to get my hair trimmed this evening. It needed it too.
Oh do tell - how did you find a hair stylist? That is one of my biggest fears! My aunt is a stylist and has been the ONLY person to ever touch my hair and to think of a stranger taking scissors to my hair makes me want to cry!:)
ReplyDeleteShe's a family friend, and cuts our hair for a fiver each. And it turns out well.
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