Up betimes, to read newspaper and drink tea in the company of my husband. This is the first day of our "get up early so you don't lie in bed from 5am worrying" plan, and it went well, except that I read a piece in the Guardian about how Cameron and Clegg are planning to sell off our hospitals to private German companies. Being a person now in direct receipt of hospital services, I am very much against this on all kinds of possibly stereo-typing fronts.
Then off to Harrods to purchase a wig and other hair-replacement solutions. As AD doesn't start school until tomorrow, he accompanied me, as did my lovely friend Hilary. As we discussed over very expensive Harrods coffee and boiled eggs, Hilary and I are pretty different. She is much smarter than I am, but she is also very observant, and I knew would be a good person to offer an opinion. I worried a little about taking AD. Either it was a great, "include him in the whole process move" or else something he will need a bucket's worth of therapy to get over.
In the end, I think it proved to be a reasonably jolly trip. Vicki Ullah, the wig lady, was great. Not fussy, but knew what she was about. I walked out with a wig, some scarves, a couple of cooking turbans ("Don't go near heat in your wig"), and a super-unattractive sleep hat, like something out of Little House of the Prairie. I will need to rehearse wearing all of it. The scarves will demand some practice if I'm not to just look like a woman with a bit of material on my head, although I was relieved to discover that they are already half-tied. We discussed whether I should have my eye-brows tattooed on. Jury is still out on that.
Off to complete final sewing task pre-AD starting secondary school tomorrow.