I forget that I'm hairless. Monday was a nice cool day and since I was feeling well I decided to have a go at the woodpile. It's exercise and it has to be done. Anyway, I dragged the splitter out, fired it up and got stuck in only to be interrupted by a ute full of lost tradies heading up the back lane who stopped for directions.
I m chatting away to them and toook my hat off to wipe my face. The looks on their faces... A middle aged woman using a log splitter is, apparently, unsettling. A bald middle aged woman... They couldn't get away fast enough. Can't say I blame them. I went inside to have a cuppa and was shocked at my reflection. Filthy and exhausted, I looked like Lord Voldemort on a bad day :)
Thanks for the post re Voldemort. Made my day x