I wish I could do my hair on my own, it only ever looks good when someone else blow drys it, this was an attempt to see if I could use curlers, they were put in shit and the result was shit.
We can’t have good days everyday. 30 years ago when I was struggling with MS to get onto an escalator a friend said:
“If you have one good day for every bad then life is good” I worked out that’s 50% of the time and decided right then and there I could manage being happy for that percentage.
It was National Poetry Day today and I was caught out because I thought it was in October, so I was caught out twice today, curlers and poetry.
I’m Happy, I’m Happy, I’m Happy, I’m not Happy anymore
Liz Bentley 