I'm clean again! Until this morning, I (I know it's disgusting, but remember, I was in a slough of despond) hadn't washed since Friday. I must have smelt absolutely awful, especially with the heat and my new nightly 'exercise' (Which may, incidentally, be working. After I went to bed at two o'clock last night I didn't get up again.), and my hair, although it was actually looking not too bad, felt revolting because of all the grease in it. But now I am clean and all is lovely. I rather like my hair. I may not do many interesting things with it, but I recently had highlights put in (not entirely of my own accord) and I'm told they suit me. But what I rather like about my hair is the way it feels (when clean, obviously). I happen to think I hve rather nice hair for running ones fingers through. I remember one time, quite recently (This has gone up there with the store of compliments I keep for rainy days.), having my hair done in the school production of Grease wth our sister school (Well, this one was officially their production, featuring us (Dear God, I go into a lot of unneccessary detail), unlike all previous productions.) by a group of girls. It was so lovely, they kept cooing about how nice my hair was and I, being the reticent fool I am, just sat there and occasionally said "thank you" quietly. Actually, I'd been rather the same throughout the whole make-up process and it seems (I know I'm being vain here, but allow me to be.) that I'd somehow become rather well-liked. I even remember saying that they fancied me, but he was obviously just wrong and didn't realise one can be liked without being 'fancied'.

But that wasn't meant to be the subject of today's post. This was: Don't you just love finding your own feelings or situation mirrored in a book you read? I read "Breakfast at Tiffany's" by Truman Capote yesterday, and really enjoyed it. Especially when I realised that here was my own situation. The narrator was in love with Holly (The Audrey Hepburn character. Actually, my edition (Penguin Popular classics. Lovely editions, but rather expensive.) has a picture of her on the front, and she really is as beautiful as they say. She looks very sweet and lovely.), who was in love with, and carrying the child of, José, who naturally our narrator hated and was jealous of. However, this being fiction, I did expect that things would go well in the end between Holly and the narrator (Or would have, anyway, were it not for the way the story begins.), so I was rather pleased that, although Holly was abandoned by José, she also left, and everyone still managed to be quite happy. Unfortunately, I don't think P will abandon J like that (Though I doubt J is carrying his child either. So that's good, at least.), and worse still, I can't even hate him. I don't think that really he's a bad fellow at all. I just hope he never feels the need to boost J's self-esteem.