Still have hair

Someone asked me today if I was tearing my hair out. No, actually, my hair has grown long and lush - so much so that the regular waitress in the caff that constitutes my daily 'exercise hour' asked if it was the natural colour (yes, er, it's grey) and admired it for longer than was seemly.

But as you can see, the stress is showing just slightly in my features. Luckily most of my work is done by phone and email so no one can see what state I'm in. Except you.

The good news is that everything is on course for the York Lesbian Arts Festival next week. In the tradition of Virgoan event organisers everywhere, I keep writing notes on Post-its and then transcribing them into notebooks and then typing them up into computer files and then copying those on to To-do lists and then printing them off and annotating them. (Is there another way?)

The festival bus service is booked, the venues are paid for, the sandwiches are ordered for the concert performers, the toilets are being re-labelled for ladies... But just when I think everything is covered, someone who has done these things before says something like, 'What's the electricity supply for the outdoor concert?' and I think 'ELECTRICITY??'

But no, it's all on course. Really. It's fine. Just fine...

Do come.

Helen x

www.ylaf.org.uk