Chopped!

Today, B Jr and myself went to get our hair cut. The very able Fraser, who's been cutting my hair for the best part of 15 years, now gets to work with The Boy who quite enjoys our quarterly jaunt to his salon.

This was a particularly significant visit for me because today, I got my hair well and truly chopped after six or seven years of growing it. My pony tail has gone and will no doubt shock everyone at work on Monday morning who hasn't read this!

Most importantly, however, Mrs B thinks it's great - which is all that really matters.