Once again my whole outfit revolved around my Birkenstocks and the need to wear a red shirt in honour of the peace we pray for for the Morcombe family who can finally bury their son 9 years after he disappeared.

Headed out to Ikea after work and picked up some v funky textile remnants that I hope will make some groovy new outfits for next year when I will have variety of a whole new sort!

Took one last look at my old hair before going to visit Scott for my new do.


