The trees had clearly sent some sort of telepathic message - perhaps using tree mind-bullets - to the hairdresser, who has scalped me quite seriously. Any closer and I may have passed out.

I've just started my second race of this week. The first race, the traditional "eat before they go off" fruit race with Safeway, is still under starter's orders, since the fruit in question is not ripe yet. However, when the two-for-the-price-of-one punnets of plums and nectarines (one of each) hit that critical edible state, we'll be off. The winner is declared when all the fruit is eaten, or when too much of it has gone off to warrant attempting to eat any more. The human wins if he eats all the fruit and doesn't find himself remarkably ill. The fruit wins by default. So far, I've won my fruit races, but it requires dedication.

The second race is a trouser race. I bought trousers that I wanted, rather than trousers which were the most comfortable. This means I have to lose some of my waistline if I want to be comfortable before such a time when I need to wear the trousers... so, time to suck in the waist, get as hungry as possible (a slight conflict with the fruit race) and maybe do some exercise.