All the trees

Walk with Ella, then faffing, cooking, gardening, reading. Bloody lovely.

I made fish soup (“Mum, what the fuck are you cooking” says my beloved daughter). It was lush.

Daisy is bleaching her roots to allow top up green hair dyeing. I have been roped in to help while she sits crying from the pain. Made me laugh, happy I don’t have hair pain tears anymore.