Walking along a lane in Devon this week I was surprised when a car reversed up the lane and stopped next to me. The driver wound down his window and said, 'Oh, I'm sorry: I saw your orange hair and thought you were someone else.'
There's not much a girl can say to that.
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Going to get organised this weekend (ha ha ha) but I'm feeling a bit run down and under the weather (getting my excuses in early).
Younger Son is in Rugby (I think) sitting or rather swimming his dive instructor exams; Nuora is working flat out at the restaurant; Husband is going to check their house for wet patches after he removed the chimney; and I'm going to clean ready for the Christmas tree and decorations. The good thing about putting up the decorations is that it is really hard to clean around them so you can't do much after that ...