Three things to do on a Friday morning before 11.30

'I'd like an appointment with Mark, please, on Friday.'
'Nine o'clock is the only time he can do it.'
'Oh. Okay, I can get there for that.'

Having set the alarm last night I then proceeded, as always, to wake up roughly every hour just in case I'd somehow slept through the alarm/it hadn't gone off. 

By 11.30 this morning I was home again having had my hair cut and coloured, done some Christmas shopping and caught the bus back.

I don't quite know what to do with myself now; I'm still a little shell-shocked after getting up so early. So I've wasted some time taking a photo of myself. Quite a bit of time. In most attempts I'd either lost my head or I was tiny and blurry. (Actually I look at my best through a slight blur.)

Now I will have lunch and do some cleaning. Or possibly have a little nap.