Bad hair, May Ball and Italian relatives
UPDATE: So, I have started getting ready for the ball. I think the green top I am wearing is too big. This is a good thing because it means that I have probably lost weight since Easter, when I purchased it, but a bad thing because it fits rather awkwardly. The top does not appear to be made for flatter chested women. There is an annoying amount of unfilled space in the bodice. I suspect if I could fill it, the top would fit better and the straps would not threaten to fall down. Ah well. I shouldn't complain.
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GRRGH! My hair seems to be wanting to have a bad hair day! I am actually too scared to go outside with it looking the way it does at the moment. Here's hoping it fixes itself within half an hour. I want to go to the MMPS brunch.
It is the May Ball tonight. SQUEE!
And some good news: some of my unseen Italian kin are coming to London this summer, and me, Mum, Dad and Luke are going to be seeing them. My mother told me this morning. She also told me a rather funny story about Luke's encounter with a barbeque and an owl, which I might relate here later.