A Certain Finger

What a weirdy weather day.

Driving lesson in driving rain/glaring sunshine. All good training no doubt and I didn't kill anyone. Bonus.

Got my hair cut by a barber with blunt scissors. Pulled my hair out rather than cut it. What a plucker! But did I complain? He even asked me what I was doing for a holiday this year. I'm going back to the seriously silent bloke with the seriously sharp scissors that normally cuts my hair.

The girls ate far too much cake, now jacked up on hundreds and thousands and refusing to go to sleep. Bedtimes are hell.

Moments of the day - Biggest daughter pulling wobbly tooth number four from her mouth, all blood and grins. Listening to my wife listening to this as she got ready for a night out with friends. Apparently it's one of the most popular songs surgeons choose to operate too!