Ok, so Fred hacked off what was left of it with the kitchen scissors. Then shaved it with clippers.
I was aiming for cool, worldly. I got long-dead flattened hedgehog.
Bash looked on, groaning in horror the while. However she did go off and find several silk scarves from the dressing up. They are lurid and busy, or black. I can do Mrs Grady Old Lady or Old Greek Mourner or Gypsy Fortune Teller. Not much in between.
I am under tellingly specific instructions to pick Bash and her friend up from the cinema later ‘NOT in the leopard print.’
My cousin Kate is sending (from Paris no less) her very expensive Agnes B beanies which she discovered while going through the same thing. They are ‘tres chic’ apparently. Can’t wait, as my head is cold and I suspect I’m not quite nailing the look with the slippery scarf thing.
I texted Claire to tell her the deed was done. She said she had been round Waitrose with her new look. Told her about the hedgehog. She texted back ‘LOL. I am Survillan from Blakes 7.’ I never watched it, so I then had to hear the whole plot from Fred. Sounds quite good but repeats are rare so I will never get to see it.
Luckily, bearing in mind the nature of the day, I have reinforcements for my warrior. Paper flowers from Mattie, lucky bamboo shoots from my friend Jill and a bracelet of ‘pearls’ from Annika in Sweden. The different coloured pearls symbolise different things and remind you to focus and be in touch with the eternal. I like this idea. (I also know many people are praying for me and I really do appreciate that.)
The paper flowers are lush. Made at school, they are meant to be an Easter present for your family, but needs must, ill flute teacher becomes the recipient. Mattie played five notes on her flute then broke off to say ‘It took me all day to make those you know.’ Then she played another five notes and said ‘I even used my golden time to finish making them.’ Another few notes and ‘You mustn’t put them in water you know.’
‘I will put them in water. All flowers need water,’ I said.
‘Hester,’ she said, brandishing her flute, ‘They are not real, they are FAKE.’