It was very windy this weekend with gusts of around 75mph in our area. We escaped major damage but the garden fence did get blown down on Saturday evening, I was watching when it started to go and despite my (some may say heroic) efforts of lashing it to our wheelie bin with a bungee (not a budgie), I couldn't save it.

The problem now is that I don't actually know who the fence belongs to, our house is rented so either way it's not my problem but a quick look at the deeds for the house is what's needed.

In other news; one of those "I bet you wouldn't dare...." conversations has resulted in me getting all my hair shaved off (well, grade two all over). It's not a good look, baby!
A combination of the hair, my general build and a well placed scar* mean I look a whole lot like an extra from a dodgy gang film. I have an important meeting tomorrow with a certain large "not for profit" company in the transport sector (!) and I'm worried I'll scare them away...

* Almost 10 years ago I was viciously assaulted by a slide in a children's play area. It's a sad state of affairs when you can't even drink 10 pints and then play on a kids roundabout without being put in harms way. Fortunately, I managed to fight off my assailant and I escaped with little more than a badly cut chin.