Haircut Time

I have been desperate to cut someone’s, anyone’s hair during the lockdown.  I have asked my mum to let me do hers but she has stubbornly refused.  Today S asked me to cut his as we were sitting in the garden.  I leapt out of my chair upstairs to get my scissors and comb and along with his back of the neck machine this is the finished result!  Was happy with it and so is he.  New career??

What a fabulous day!  Imagine the horror of sitting in this heat in six mile traffic jam and the double  horror of a crowded beach when you finally get there.  This was Bournemouth beach yesterday, heaving with sweaty bodies.  Erm no thanks.