Tatty Scatty

My straw hat no longer fits me. No, my head hasn't swollen. I haven't sprouted thick wavy hair - singalong with Woz 'Those were the days, my friend' (apologies to Mary Hopkins). In fact, as Kristof pointed out over lunch, my brain isn't likely to have grown (judging from zero change on the mental activity front).

Perhaps I shouldn't have left it on the rear shelf of the car, exposed to direct sunlight.

Day in, day out,
Day in, day out,
Day in, day out,
repeat ad naseum
(remember to exhale)

Oops.