Monday looking good so far…

Usual motherly, middle aged fretting whilst washing my hair in the shower. My thoughts have time to accumulate because I am standing still so just a tad distracted.

Hop out, feeling ahead of the drag curve, dress and pick up my hairdryer to find I’ve forgotten to wash out the conditioner.

After shower number 2, now running a bit late so rushing.

Manage to open the kitchen door in such an uncoordinated fashion that it thunks off my shoe and rebounds into my head, striking my temple with the amount of force to prompt a an immediate feeling of fury and lavish swearing, causing the puppy to retreat under the table, whimpering.