Freudian slip

Today I said to someone that I was blobbing, not blogging. Underlying state of mind possibly revealing itself? Maybe. I do feel rather blob-like at the moment. Last night I was sat on a low stool in front of the mirror so I could cut my hair, which I hated so much in my previous post, and there were definite echoes (or perhaps I should say reflections) of Jabba the Hut.