I had an unrestful night’s sleep last night, full of many, many dreams, but the only one I can really remember involved a new hair dresser botching up my hair and cutting it very, very short. The last bit I remember from the dream was standing in front of the mirror at home, aghast and wailing, “But I don’t want it short! I told [my boyrfriend] I wasn’t going to cut it short AND LOOK AT IT!”

Imagine my relief up rising this morning and discovering that it was all still very much there.