Well, art thou?
Puns aside, rather a lot has happened of late, hence my astounding absence since March. Disasters aplenty took place, despite which I ended up being hurled through Canterbury Cathedral in a ridiculous outfit and came away with a piece of paper professing my acceptance of a degree.
A couple of days later, an encounter with a hairdresser left me without a great deal of my hair.
I still have the ponytail. In a bag, on top of my wardrobe. It was a non-negotiable requirement set by my mother, the strangest woman I've ever met.
In return for cutting my hair, my sister entered a pact to stop smoking, thus allowing her lungs to br