Monday went very much as I predicted, except I didn't go to play bowls after all. I went to meet my writing friends at a local hotel and we had a thoroughly enjoyable morning chatting about all manner of things. However, when it came to the bowls, I decided against it. I will try to get my head around it next Monday.
Today, I went to the hairdresser for a cut and blow-dry. I quite like someone fiddling around with my hair - it's rather soothing. When my niece was quite young, she thought she might like to be a hairdresser and enjoyed combing my hair. I recall I found it rather relaxing, until day day she said, "Now, I don't want you to panic, but I can't get the comb out of your hair. Shall I get the scissors?" I grabbed at the comb, thinking she was joking, but she wasn't. It seems she had twisted and turned the comb around until it was totally stuck. I tried to remain calm and told her to very carefully remove each strand of hair from around the comb. It took ages, but at least I didn't end up bald!!
I had better add that my niece never took up hairdressing when she got older. Perhaps it's just as well.
Spending the rest of the afternoon re-writing a short story.
Have a nice day!!