CORNUCOPIA OF CELTICNESS & A DILEMMA

My dear ladies and occasional gentleman as I hope you may be aware I have been absent. 


We were lucky enough to spend first a week in beautiful WELSH WALES, HIRSUTE ROLEY particularly enjoyed the beach. Despite the clouds it was lovely and warm.


We returned home for one night to the very lovely NORTH DEVON.


Then secondly a few days in gorgeous CORNWALL.


Beautiful flowers grown by my beautiful granddaughter.

A veritable CORNUCOPIA of CELTICNESS.

You would have thought that with all this relaxation and beautiful surroundings my HAIR would have decided to stay on my  HEAD.

But NO!

On returning home I stepped into the shower (ladies don’t jump).

After I had washed my hair I noticed that I was paddling in about an inch of water.

Investigating the PLUGHOLE I discovered what appeared to be a small knitted jumper BORROWER size.

I HATE CLEANING PLUGHOLES THEY ARE GROSS!


Walking into the sitting room this product was on the Telly.

DILEMMA.

TWO bottles of GIN or some decent wine.

AGAINST

TWO months supply of FURRY FOAM.

Yours ALOPECIA AURIATALY

CELIA

P.S. I am still shaving my legs

P.P.S. Some eyebrow and eyelashes down the PLUGHOLE.

P.P.P.S. THE BORROWERS. See Mary Norton.

P.P.P.P.S. North Devon Photo courtesy of my dear friend Karen Owen.