Well. I've got to take my ancient mother to a hospital appointment this afternoon. Now the hospital have phoned to say they'd like my chronically sick husband there at midday.. the district nurse has only this minute left. I've spent the morning clearing up for her arrival, and also mopping up a flood in the bathroom, contacting the plumber, feeding cats etc.. ironing??! Hah! ((Did I mention the hospital is a 70 mins round trip? Twice!) Obviously the DH never does any housework. AND my hair is thin! But then, it always was. This too will pass. . .