Time for a change

I got up at 4.40 am this morning to help Farmerboy milk. I'm amazed at how light it is at that time of day. A couple of weeks ago, we needed a torch to get the cows out of the paddock and to the cowshed - but not this morning.

After breakfast son T and I headed to Richmond. We were both in need of a haircut. Son T had definite ideas on how he wanted his done - my stomach was churning when he was explaining to the hairdresser what he wanted. I was really concerned, but decided that he was old enough now to make his own decisions, so bit my tongue and kept quiet.

As it turns out, it looks rather swish - and definitely suits him. It's amazing how much a new style changes how someone looks.