Only one more day to go.

I have often wondered if I'm meant to count the friday as the last day of the countdown or whether its the thursday - the last day, being as friday is the day my locks are lopped off.
Actually lopped probably isn't the right word to use, I mean, lopped would imply that my hair was really long and lopped always makes me think of rabbits, more especially Bugs Bunny. Loppy ears! And I don't have locks, that would be Goldilocks. I have straight dark brown hair, its spiked on top and short back and sides but kind of in need of a serious trim. I was modelling myself on the Doctor Who 10th regeneration haircut where my fringe hangs over the edge suspended by a serious amount of hair gel, although hair wax to be more precise. Hair wax is better, it doesn't run down your neck when its teeming with rain, its waterproof and you can restyle it without those pesky white hairs rebelling at every interval when you're not looking. Oh did I say white hairs, ahem. They must be the paint flecks from the re-decorating, (whistles an unknown tune).

It's wednesday, I've a pile of stories to write for my activities, my back is sore, but that's the pressure of the asthma at the moment. I've taken the occasional puff of the inhaler but it doesn't look to be easing any. But until the next blood test sometime in December there seems little I can do about it.

Friday is getting ever so closer and I'm not nervous yet. I daresay when I sit in the barbers chair and Colin James is prepping the trimmer and the photographer is ready with shots of the 'before and after' clips, I daresay then, I'll be nervous. Plus its 1pm, the time when all Academy students nip down the street for their dinner. But I knew this, and 1pm was the best time, because I'd have about an hour before I had to collect the children, so I'd need to collect the last of my sponsor forms and collect the money from relevant people.

Teachers in the academy are a little tight with their cash, but then I discovered why. The school is doing its own thing for the friday where one of 6 teachers will be gunged. I rather think that head shave is cleaner and less embarrassing, although I daresay there will be some children who would be happy to gunge an SLA.

The photographer and reporter are in place for before 1pm at Colin James. I have Fred Macaulay from Radio Scotland phoning me before 11am on Friday to ask why I'm doing what I'm doing for Children In Need. Local radio don't do Children in Need so left that and didnt bother with Border News. I think they'll be covering their own thing around the region.

Children in Need site doesn't show me on their chart, so how did they get to know about what I was doing? Everytime I click on Scotland it veers me away from the site and onto a video of Terry Wogan talking about last year's event. I know what happened on that event, I was watching it.

So, off for another puff of the inhaler before I walk down the street to pick up chocolate santas for my youngest. Apparently it has something to do with a Christmas project. Trouble is, I've not seen any Chocolate Santas in ages, this could take some time. Better leave now before I run out of time in my treasure hunt.