It's amazing how much better I feel this week. Last week was not a good week. I'm sure I had plenty of reasons for feeling a bit homesick, but the main one was hormones or hormoans as they should be known round here. So by Friday evening I had definitely had enough - how could I tell? Well I ended up a sobbing heap because I just couldn't face talking to the Chinese takeaway to order our food. Deeply pathetic, I know.
Things have rather picked up this week. We had a good weekend buying and decorating the tree, seeing friends and going to a party at a rather fabulous house which had some very smart chickens in the back garden - one was a Silkie, pure white with a crest and bloomers. So even having the car window smashed in on Monday morning couldn't dislodge my newly positive mood. As it's not our car - we have yet to buy a car - we didn't have to sort it out and now we're onto our 4th car.
Since then I've done some Christmas shopping at a gorgeous but quite pricey art store (Flax), I've ordered the goose and a ham from the butchers, and I'm now on the hunt for Christmas pudding and mincemeat. I think the latter will be easier to find but I have at least one lead on the pudding front. For a few moments I wondered whether we should adopt another pudding - a local speciality or something. But then I thought Christmas isn't Christmas without that flambeed steamed fruit pudding.
Most noteworthy event of the week though is my new haircut. Yesterday I spent a long and lovely time being pampered and given a thoroughly chic and elegant hair cut with an accompanying chic and elegant price tag. Worth every penny. I have exchanged hippy green chicken owning veg growing long hair for a sharp and urban bob. I just have to get Tom to take an adequate picture to update the profile and my internet transformation will also be complete.