Hello Kitchen peeps. Beautiful sunny blue day here but this afternoon it is blowing so hard, enough to knock you flat. A very large and heavy plant pot was upended with a very large shrub in it. DH wheeled it away on his trolley to a sheltered place. No harm done - I so hate it when pots crack.
On the upside - bedding and towels dry in 2 hours and ironed and put away. We sat on the step drinking tea and pretending to chase the dogs (which makes them go bonkers with excitement) until half an hour ago.
Not very pleasant Home visit to your friend soop. How sad, with the restrictions, I suppose you were monitored because they couldn't risk you breaking the rules on safety; but it does sound like a prison visit rather. Still, he saw you which probably made a huge difference to how he was feeling poor chap.
If Wolfie is truly called Wolfie, his parents must have had his character down to a tee from the start. He looks like a little rascal and his face is so like the eldest Son of a friend when he was very small. Joseph he was called. That made him sound almost reasonable. He was a terror. He was a terror because they used to laugh at all his naughtiness and make things worse. One afternoon we were all sitting by the fire and two small children were doing a puzzle on the carpet. Adults were mostly on the carpet. Not Joseph, he decided to climb onto the window seat inside our quite fragile leaded windows and lecture us all from the gallery! I asked him and then told him to get down because if he fell and cut himself, it might mean that he would have to go to hospital and miss his tea! My DH was quite stern. He waited patiently, then pointed at us and said "You two, I think you worry too much!" Seriously - he must have been about 3. Holy terror !
I too was brought up with the "so scrumptious, I could eat him" expression. Learned from my Mum. Little children of that age are truly scrumptious - so no apologies.
Have you opened some sort of canning or bottling factory, Syn ? Sounds as if you need to send your staff on a re-training course, before calling for a Lifeboat. 
I am sad and quite annoyed at your hairdressing news, NannyT. I think sometimes we don't react fast enough or speak up when we should. I have a fabulous hairdresser, but that took some finding. I don't like going to the salon, though. It's not a treat or a nice relaxing experience for me but I love it when it's done and I look near human again. Only once did I have my hair ruined and, again, I wasn't quick enough. A new hairdresser was tried. She started work on my hair, her friend turned up in the salon and they talked and she cut and talked and cut and talked and....well, when she'd finished I was horrified. But I still paid !! It took 9 months for the uneven layers to grow out. A hard lesson.
However good you are as a stylist, you need to concentrate and people so often don't. Do so hope that you find someone good, so that in 4 weeks or so you can go and have it evened up, at least. Meanwhile, it might get cold enough for a hat!?
Hope MacS has a nice hat to protect his scalp, soop. I've a friend who wears one all year, after having lots of 'work' done on his scalp. Very dashing he looks too.
Susan and Grandmabatty hope your day was a good one. Garden centres are great cheery up places, aren't they. I think if you need a nap, you need a nap. Go with how you feel. Until I had a thyroid imbalance I had no idea of the impact the thyroid has on us all. If it goes wrong, all sorts can happen and often we just get used to and put up with feeling rough. Hope a good weekend will restore your energy and good spirits.
Good wishes to Doodle Izabella Panache Cherry Anno Callgirl Charley Ann and anyone overlooked. 
Have a super evening, all. Hugs from French France