It's hair cut day. After seeing pictures of myself in an Arabic literary magazine, I have decided I look old and severe and a new look is called for. Sian also wants to cut her hair so we both head off for the chop.
Sitting at the hairdresser's, watching some VERY bad Bollywood movie where everything seems to happen in slow motion and the characters take a long time to get to the point, I realise I am very tired. Really, really tired. The yoga I did yesterday evening plus the fact that I struggle to go to sleep most nights plus all the essays I have marked recently suddenly catch up with me.
When I get home, I can hardly eat before I have to go and lie down, I am so tired. I really do wish I was a housewife.
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