I got up this morning full of the joys of winter. Took my car to get some work done, and walked back in the freezing cold with my hair blowing all over the place like an out of control garden sprinkler.
Every time the wind caught it in the wrong way, it felt as though sharp needles were being rammed into my eyeballs. I could hardly see.
I got back looking like this:
Enough! I decided, and set off, once again on foot, to the local barber’s shop to have it all removed. Surgically or otherwise.
I walked into the barber’s shop dithered.
The chap who usually cultivates me was busy with another client, so I went to the girl who I’d never seen before. I put all my trust in complete strangers yielding sharp instruments when in the right places.
The girl asked me if I was sure I wanted it all off.
I said yes.
The chap said we have this conversation every time.
I was surprised he remembered, it had been so long since last we met.
So the girl mowed and snipped, and huffed and puffed (she was like 14 months pregnant, to be honest), and we ended up like this:
Well, I ended up like that. The girl stayed exactly as she was, and no child was born whilst I was present. Imagine if half-way through my haircut she’d gone into labour?
Anyway, I left the barber’s shop after paying and leaving a hefty tip, as you do, and walked back the the Mansion. Oddly, it felt warmer than earlier, but that might just have been due to the relief from not having to perform my non-existent midwifery skills.
I just need to ‘do’ my hair now, to make it look more presentable, but at least I can see again. Out of the good eye, the blainless one, as well, to boot.
Speaking of eyes, I’ve just noticed in the new circular gravatar images (they may arrive at your blog soon if you don’t see them already!), my eyes are somewhat out of the frame.
Actually, truth be told, I look all nose. Have a look:
I’m not all nose, I’d like to point out. Not that you’d actually be able to tell, what with the quality of the Selfies I post. Ah well, at least I’m smiling, which is the important thing.
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