Hiding?

The ladybirds are still around.
Not as many as I was expecting. And no more than two in any hiding place.
The January ladybird shot is out of my system anyway!

Himself is at a meeting until later, so I'm left to my own devices.

Housework? Goodness knows there's enough to do...
... Or, cook something good for dinner?
(There's no seasonal weather, so why am I still wanting to eat enough to create a good layer of blubber?). No contest.

And I had a new (and different) haircut earlier :-)
Dashed back to drop Himself at the station.
Me: 'I had my hair cut'.
Himself : 'Yes. The thing with your hair is that it always looks the same'.
Right.
Good. (I think?)