What ho Crepeys.
Cakegate had a happy ending - the builder managed to find a pattissiere who did an invisible mend with some identical sponge and cream filling, and perfect icing. So all was well.
My book went down a storm. She even squeezed my hand while reading the gushing emotional bit I'd written, which is about as close to an admission of fondness as I'm going to get. We stayed overnight, which wasn't very restful as DS threw up at 11.30, then wouldn't go back to sleep until 2. And up at 7. I'm bushed.
My family is all insane. Other than my sister. I have a distant cousin who I can barely bear to be around. He's so opinionated, and lives on his own so is short of conversation, thus he shoehorns his boring opinions on Europe (he's joined UKIP), or whatever, into the slightest chink of a gap in whatever else anyone's talking about. I find him so irritating I can hardly look at him. I know I too am opinionated, but I'm right!
Re grey, mine now act as highlights under the Nice n Easy, and I can see myself doing the platinum blonde thingo when it really strikes.