Backyard Barber
My last haircut was in January. I know that because I talked about the shop and my long relationship with the barbers here, in this blog. None of us knew at that time how swiftly the world would change.
Lorraine cuts my hair. (Click to enlarge.)
Having only thin hair and a bald top of the head, I don’t need to see a barber often, but occasionally, I do require such services. However, the pandemic has closed their shop.
Don’t laugh, but yesterday I was staring into a mirror and grumbling about my unruly mop of hair. From across the room, my wife said, “I could try and cut it for you.”
Considering the pandemic lockdown, her offer seemed to be the best I would get so, out to the back porch we went and she snipped away. A few chickens strolled by wondering if there was any food involved, but they were disappointed.
She finished in minutes and I liked the results. I then offered to cut her hair.
With a polite smile, she said, “No, thank you.”
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