The best thing about my job

Is the cars they hire for me! I had to go up north yesterday (no biggie really, only a 2.5 hour drive each way, but it was the windiest wettest day of the year!) and this car made it all okay. It has a 6- CD changer, air con, sat nav, the works. I don't know if it's my DREAM car, but I would accept it if anyone offered it to me.




Mae is getting her hair cut today- at 4pm, the time that I usually refer to as the witching hour, as she turns into a witch from then until she eats her dinner, however that's when I could get an appointment. It's at the local hairdresser, which, by the way, won the Scottish Hair Dressers of 2006. I will pay a small fortune, but it's the best in the country. I agree with Sharon that hairdressers are a gamble, in my nine (NINE!!!) years in Britain they are the first ones to cut my hair the way I ask- so I will pay anything for the privilege.
I will be armed with lollipop, book, toy and any kind of bribe to get her through it. Who said I was a good mother? Naaaah!! I just want a quiet cutie.