Yesterday, those nearest and dearest rounded on me. “Are you letting your hair grow – AGAIN…?”.

Avid readers of one of my other blogs will recall this post, which dealt with certain matters tonsorial. Clearly my family are not anxious for me to repeat that experiment, although I didn’t think it was quite that bad.

Anyway, today I decided to haul myself down to the Polish barber for a No.3 and a light trim, when who should I see waiting for his turn on the high chair but one of the lads from the pub. He told me that he‘d been sent here by his missus for a “tidy-up”.

Is this what it’s come to? Once we were gods, now we’re a source of embarrassment for the familial fashion police…;-).

Regards,

djp

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