Well August has gone, and just one day in to September and there is a marked change in the weather. The sun is out. I know. After an August where the sun refused to play (at least down here in the South. It seems that my Northern friends got quite a fair amount of sunburn), it has come out and is shining brightly.
Too little too late for me. I feel as though Summer has once again slipped by in a rush. At least this year I don’t have the extra downside of going back to work, which is something. Chelmsford seems to be full of kids making the most of their last day before going back to school, and some weird and wacky hair colours. In the space of twenty seconds earlier I saw bright blue and bright red hair, and even looking out now there seems to be some shocking bleaching jobs that have been carried out.
I am currently sporting a full beard, which has been growing for a few weeks now. I don’t like it, but I don’t dislike it either, and there is certainly something to be said for not having to shave every day. How the Hell women go through a daily routine of shaving legs, armpits and God knows what else, I’ll never know, though I’m grateful that they do. There’s nothing worse than a hairy woman. Well, ok, there’s plenty of things worse than a hairy woman. Beastiality, for example. Or drinking the last slurp of a cup of tea and realising as you swallow it that it’s stone cold. But you get my point. Hairy women are not high on my list of things I want to experience.