Eu nao tenho nada a dizer

Not much happening lately worth blogging about (is there ever?). My "little" girl (aka Ladybird, age 20) went on Brownie camp last weekend. I was a good mum and packed her off with her girl guide blanket - badges sewn on - and a midnight feast.... Ahh. She text me on Saturday night to say that she was "busy acting dumb about midnight feasts". I'm so proud!
Watched the Rugby World Cup final on Sunday. Great to see Steve Donald get a look in. Well done to the All Blacks. I've been watching too much T.V. lately really. Apart from the rugby, I'm hooked on Waterloo Road, Doc.Martin (I think this character might be based on my husband...hee hee), Downton Abbey and Strictly Come Dancing. I am turning into a couch potato.
Today it has occurred to me that hairdressers should be known as the 4th emergency service. Sod the AA. I've had a really bad hair day, nay, week. I've been looking like one of these chicks.......

Having had my hair done this evening, I feel human again. My hairdresser is a life saver. But then I saw this...

and felt guilty. Maybe I haven't quite got my priorities right.......maybe!