Today I gathered my courage and went for the chop - which perversely leaves my hair feeling much more like it did when it was uber long, perhaps because I usually wore it up.

I would have loved to grow it one more time, but it wouldn't play ball - it is thinning rapidly (yet another long term side effect of treatment) and doesn't grow very fast, and I really could not be doing with the scarecrow look.

So I did it - I found a photo I liked online and asked for something like it.  Even the hairdresser complimented me on going for a radical change of style, and he gave me a free tub of "product" for being a brave girl!!

No way do I wish I'd done this sooner, but I am glad I plucked up the courage to do it today because it was about me taking control and doing what I wanted with my hair.

The Laodicea reference - neither one thing nor the other... I can do long, I can do short... but in between is just "meh"!

Glasgow Botanic Gardens in Feb 2016, one of my "recovery programme" walks after my major surgery in January.

It feels quite fitting that I end this challenge with a photo close to home, and linked to another aspect of my 'AD' life.

Yesterday I was discharged by the  gynae team - the end of three and a half years during which I saw 15 doctors at 4 hospitals, had 3 minor surgeries and 1 major surgery.  It seems that the final pathology showed nothing sinister, but did confirm that I had made the right choice to have "everything out".

Now I simply plod on into my healthy future with the assurance from Dr H that "that's four kinds of cancer you can't get", which is surprisingly reassuring!!

Yesterday I spent a good couple of hours reading commentaries on a book of the Bible that is around 250 words long.  That of itself is amusing.

More importantly, by choosing to read the introductory material in some of the larger commentaries, I got some context, some hypotheses and as a result some inspiration on where to go with this text.

The reall challenge, a month from now, will be when I return to pick up the next 'little book' which is almost certainly by the same author.

I'm having fun even if no-one else is!!

Some Maltese coastline, 2015.

This was the holiday that nearly wasn't after I got myself double booked with a wedding to conduct the day after I was due to fly out!

I loved Malta.  I loved that it isn't "pretty pretty".  I loved that it has lots of clearly loved feral cats!  I loved that it is its own self, slightly chaotic and a smidgeon short tempered, but rich in history and raw nature.

I was born very close to the ground where Tottenham Hotspur played their home matches, so once I was old enough to understand such things, I loosely claimed Spurs as 'my' team.  Living in Northampton, I also learned a fondness for dear old Northampton Town, Cobblers by name, and often by nature. I never got into football, but in school days it was always helpful to be able to identify who one supported - and Spurs or Cobblers were fairly safe choices!

Yesterday the result of a Spurs match rendered Leicester City champions of the English Premier Division.  And I was really pleased for Leicester, even if it leaves Spurs as 'bridesmaids'!  Serving a church in Leicestershire for six years, I retain a deep affection for the county, and cannot but delight in this well deserved victory.  Leicester is one of the most racially and religiously diverse cities in the UK and, if memory serves, the first where to be white skinned is to be in the minority.  It is a city largely devoid of racial and religious tensions - at least in my experience - and so an example of what can be achieved.  I really hope that the short term celebrations and civic pride will transition into a longer term sense of self-worth in an area that overall has pretty low community self-esteem.  I hope that all that is good and great about this East Midlands city will be discovered and enjoyed by visitors who come to discover the place where the Foxes play.

Less trumpeted (i.e. not at all) is that Cobblers had secured victory in League 2 while Foxes still had work to do.  Cobblers are one of those stalwarts of the lower divisions, seemingly capable of promotion one season and relegation the next.  To my knowledge, they remain the only team to have been promoted from Divsion 4 (as it then was) to 3 to 2  to 1 and then relegated to 2 to 3 to 4 all in successive seaons.  Maybe not the best claim to fame, but a unique one.

Many of my family and friends are Spurs fans, and it has been lovely to see their social media posts delighting in Leicester's success even as they are disappointed to know that, yet again, top slot has eluded them.

I really have no interest in "the beautiful game" but it is good to rejoice with everyone I know in Leicestershire and Northamptonshire.