Faff and Important bits!
I forgot to mention that a hairdressing incident saw me start Wednesday with my usual dark brown hair and end it with bright red hair. This is Mr B's fault. Quoth he: 'I think you should go back to your natural hair colour for a bit.' To which I responded: 'And just what do you think that might be?'
Ironically, it actually is the dark brown I usually dye it (my grey hairs refuse to mass in the Sontag-like stripe I desire! So dye it is), with a blue-red touch to it. Definitely not the Florence Welch red I am currently sporting, which was roughly the shade he was talking about.
Which is why when I arrived at work this morning, sans bike, avec sling, the poor receptionist, who is the kindest and most courteous of women, looked at my hand, looked at my hair, looked for the bike, and found that it was all too much and settled on: 'Oooh! Look at you, ginger!'
Which is my anecdote to introduce the important fact that today is the birthday of at least two fabulous people.
The first is the searingly brilliant![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shiv5468. I had hoped to be sending you my bits of our first four chapters, but this nine-fingered typing lark is patchy, so I am calling my hair a Shiv Tribute instead, though you are anything but ginger! May Sauron discover she has genital tinea! May there be good chocolate biscuits at work in honour of your natal day! May your enemies choke on them! Happy Birthday, dear! Pages to follow soonest!
Secondly, Happy Birthday toleemarchais! I hope that this year sees you writing like the wind, and with exactly zero family dramas. You're so talented and bright, and then kind on top: I hope the present fairies lose all sense of perspective when it comes to deliveries today!
And as is traditional the day after any kind of off: ow, ow, smegging ow! So many strains and bruises. I sing a hymn of praise to all those engineers through the ages whose work has resulted in piped hot water!
Ironically, it actually is the dark brown I usually dye it (my grey hairs refuse to mass in the Sontag-like stripe I desire! So dye it is), with a blue-red touch to it. Definitely not the Florence Welch red I am currently sporting, which was roughly the shade he was talking about.
Which is why when I arrived at work this morning, sans bike, avec sling, the poor receptionist, who is the kindest and most courteous of women, looked at my hand, looked at my hair, looked for the bike, and found that it was all too much and settled on: 'Oooh! Look at you, ginger!'
Which is my anecdote to introduce the important fact that today is the birthday of at least two fabulous people.
The first is the searingly brilliant
shiv5468. I had hoped to be sending you my bits of our first four chapters, but this nine-fingered typing lark is patchy, so I am calling my hair a Shiv Tribute instead, though you are anything but ginger! May Sauron discover she has genital tinea! May there be good chocolate biscuits at work in honour of your natal day! May your enemies choke on them! Happy Birthday, dear! Pages to follow soonest!Secondly, Happy Birthday to
leemarchais! I hope that this year sees you writing like the wind, and with exactly zero family dramas. You're so talented and bright, and then kind on top: I hope the present fairies lose all sense of perspective when it comes to deliveries today!And as is traditional the day after any kind of off: ow, ow, smegging ow! So many strains and bruises. I sing a hymn of praise to all those engineers through the ages whose work has resulted in piped hot water!