i had my black suit picked out for months.
in not very tidy household i just assumed it was hung up in wardrobe as i had done the washing.
looks in wardrobe a few days ago the TTROUSERS are missing. fuck it thinks i - they will turn up.
yesterday had mad panic. dh went through my wardrobe with fine tooth comb - it wasn't evenon the top shelf - that i can't see becuase i am a stump.
terror of terrors.
DH says " we will go buy you something else - right quick where can we go"
me" we cant go anywhere is 6 o fucking clock in the evening and the point is the train fare is going to cost me fucking 30 quid and i was saving my ebay suit for xmas doo becuase i wouldnt have to spend any MONEY"
i found them - under the stairs. where everyone had looked ofcoufse - why they were there fuck knows.
ok ok calm down - and breath.
i go to dye my grey grey hair. i buy a nice purple dye becuase i dont want to look bland - and without funky nits in hair i feel bland, boring, ordinary blurrrrgh.
dh helps - as he always does.
ihave major hair fuck up with patches of bleach it all went wrong
my head starts burning and i'm having a mare.
luckily i have some brown dye i bought and never used becuase its ordinary.
so now i have brown hair and feel poo.
i darent dye it again. its fucking DEAD.
so theres my story of what should have been a simple
black trouser suit
and purple hair
fucking bastard karma - i went to church on sunday - give me a break!