Week 5

Today is the start of the fifth week. That means 4 weeks to go.

I’ve been trying to make up my mind about the wig.

I hate wearing it, but I hate being a baldy. So I can’t make my mind up.

I think I’m slowly getting used to the wind on my head, but we’ll see.

Our grand-daughter the CheerLeader  stayed with us for the school holidays, so we took her to buy more fish for the fishtank.

It being a hot day, I had a choice, wear the wig and sweat, or go baldy and wear my Indiana Jones hat, or go Cranial Commando and get sunburn.

I wore the hat, and got rude remarks from everyone.

Typica! Persecution, and the women of my family took the lead as usual.