My sister appears to have dropped off the face of the earth, which, let us face it, is rather par for the course for her. I'm sure she'll be back soon enough, telling me to cut my hair.
Speaking of my hair, I got the 'just a gentle reminder, it's getting rather ... bird-like' at the Muggle job today. No-one at the Magical job seems to give two shites what it looks like.
Today's 'adventure' will involve me paying someone to cut it to a 'reasonable' length. I may not reappear again for several more weeks.