Hairs and graces

Took a hungover teen to get his hair cut today (after dropping Little miss bossy at theatre first). My hairdressers is owned and run by two brothers from the south coast (one of the blue rinse towns, I forget which) they were brought over here in their early teens by their parents and settled in. The whole staff, apart from the brothers, is German, as is the majority of the clientele (obvs) but this doesn't stop there being a constant flow of rather British banter.