Hmmm …
I’m mildly nervous, at the moment.
After all, I’ve an interview, tonight: for a local cab firm.
And thinking it’s a shame I couldn’t afford a haircut, last week.
I’m looking — or at least feeling — a bit shaggy.
I’ve seen myself in the mirror, this morning.
My hair’s even spikier than Keith Flint’s!
~≈Ê≈~
On other fronts?
I do know my mother’s got back from a family trip, to Tyne Cot: the Commonwealth cemetery in Belgium.
Frankly?
I’m hoping to get hold of more of the photos from the various family members who were there.
Some sort of compilation would be nice …
~≈Ê≈~
