Feeling Posh

After a hospital appointment early on, I was loath to go out in the drizzle again. Nasty stuff, drizzle, as it slowly soaks you and seems to get into your very bones.

However, a text from my optician saying that my new glasses were ready for collection, got me into Ayr this afternoon for a wee while, where is was temporarily a little dryer. The glasses, see extra, are a shock to my system as I have always had metal frames.

Maybe because I was feeling a bit different with them on, the thought of changing my barber came to mind as I spotted the Posh Barber! The wee Turkish guy who normally cuts my hair is just fine, but I wondered what the difference would be. Probably £20 I decided. I will get down to my usual man, with the familiar patter next week sometime.