I've had a stinker of a day, one of those where nothing goes right. So tonight, being the lovely husband he is, Mr Muddle ran me a wonderful candlelit bath. Lovely. And what did I do? Set my hair on fire.
Oh yes, that's right. I leant back to relax and caught my locks on one of the lovingly placed tealights and wooosh! Luckily it only caught a little, so I didn't get burnt or anything, but I'm not drying my hair to assess the damage, it can wait for the morning. After all, tomorrow must be a better day, right??
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