RDP Thursday: Shag

So let us be serious. This is hair and it can get quite shaggy, so we go to the hairdressers. This is what we leave behind. I took the photo after a hair cut.

Some people do not go to the hairdresser for a hair cut, but they might pay a visit to have it styled, to train the shaggy pieces.

Some do not go to the hairdresser. It only needs the right hairspray and a little modelling and you have the perfect punk hairstyle. Just make sure the spray is not inflammable.

And then there are those that prefer to have a painless operation and have it cut whilst sleeping as they can be quite annoyed. However when they have the lion cut they are afterwards happy. My cat Nera (now living her tenth life) had an agreement with the vet. She insisted that the tail would remain fluffy.

RDP Thursday: Shag

RDP Thursday: Cauldron

This is my cauldron. I stopped heating it with an open fire as it got a bit messy in the kitchen. It was also a nuiscance wearing my pointy hat and muttering incantations every time I cooked something. I decided to go modern and used an electric oven, although that also has its disadvantages.

Today I decided to give it a clean. It was necessary, for the photo of course as well. Baking bread needs very high temperatures, 240°C to be exact and that tends to leave its mark on the various surfaces of the oven. The back surface was the worst, everything full of brown streaks. However, no problem. Probably I can remove the door to simplify cleaning methods, but I never got the hang of that. So after a few acrobatics I managed to clean my cauldron. No more double bubble or toil and trouble, now just “You have to lean to get it clean”. I know there are still a few brown marks, but they too will one day disappear. I just cannot remember the correct incantation for making them disappear. Perhaps “Out damm spot” although I think I am getting a little mixed up but the oven hell can be murky according to Lady MacBeth.

RDP Thursday: Cauldron

RDP Thursday: Antimacassar

This is a very young me in 1984 which is more than 30 years ago. My two sons are also in the picture. The one on the right even now has a family of his own, but look what the British Airways had in their aeroplane. Yes, they had an antimacassar on every seat. To be quite honest I have never heard of the word and I do not have any at home. I remember my mum and her sisters all had them on the armchairs and settee. I do not think they were there to protect anything as far as they were concerned, they were just something everyone had.

RDP Thursday: Antimacassar