Soggy.

Today has been one of those days that just ticks along and before you know it...it's bedtime!
Morning class on ultrasound image interpretation, which has got a lot more interesting now that I sort of understand what's going on in all that fuzzy black and white blizzard.
Argued with Evans cycles about the idiocy of their courier people, who have FINALLY managed to collect my unsuitable mudguards.
Spent far too long splitting things into portions to freeze from my very eagerly awaited tesco delivery (ate mouldy cheese and a cup a soup for lunch, resolved myself to cutting off the mould, and convincing myself it really was probably just my imagination making it taste funny)
Had a lovely long swim with the boy and my flat mate, beat her in the breast stroke AND front crawl race (literally by about an inch, I almost died in the process) i'm not competitive...
Dinner, some work, and it's almost bedtime...what??

Now soggy swimming pool hair has been neglected, and will no doubt be causing me trouble in the morning...