An early start to sort wayward hair

And not my hair. Fourteen year old son was upset about his wayward fringe, prompted by teasing from his older brother. So we rose early and I tried some of my hair products to tame his cow's lick. He is not convinced it looks any different but I assured him in a few days it would be trained. Any mention of a haircut was met with an emphatic 'no'.

It is going to be 18 degrees today so the garden is a must and Mount Ironing can wait. I have to dig the beds yet again. Being a complete novice to gardening, when I dug up the lawn, I simply turned the soil. Now I have patches of grass coming through. It never occurred to me that this would happen so I have to get rid of all the turned turf. I don't want to look like a complete tube when my Master Gardener arrives to give me advice on Friday. I am pondering asking how you keep your nails look glamorous while toiling Mother Earth. My nails are crying out for a manicure. But since I have developed a seed and compost habit, there are less funds for pampering.

On the cooking front, I am attempting a curry again. Try as I might, I cannot seem to make a decent curry since my one success which the husband missed. Today could be the day I crack my spicy nemesis.

Oh and it's budget day. The day the Condems extract more money from us. I will not be tuning into not so Gorgeous George.

The school run beckons and then back to dig the beds, after removing all the cat poo. Next door's cat think it is a giant litter tray. I fleetingly considered scattering chilli powder as a deterrent but that's too mean! Will try teabags soaked in olbas oil until my cat deterrent plants arrive.

Hasta la juego!