I tried in vain to get my hair cut yesterday - I am developing a familial connection to a certain well known scarecrow. Why is it OK for men to just walk in off the street and get a trim at a barbers but ladies hairdressers look aghast if you want the same thing? Second thoughts - perhaps that is not why they are looking aghast Lesley....
Anyway, we stayed here at Ashton yesterday, gathered a bit of wood (lovely ash) which is now sitting on the roof, shopped at Asda, bought a case for the new phone and treated myself to a new body warmer in Marks. Joe DID get a haircut, naturally, got a spare pair of glasses made up and got gas for Caxton.
That was about the sum total of yesterday...
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