Cuts both ways...
The husband is in a state of shock... With this blessed lock down, I have been moaning about my hair for several weeks now. I am nine weeks overdue for a haircut, which will teach me not to cancel any appointment I may have, thinking it will be fine to go in the following week. As well as the length of the hair, there is also the issue of a grey and rather dull looking parting across the top of my head, but I am resigned to the current 2020 style trend of The Badger, so am kind of okay with that. 'I could cut your hair for you', piped up the husband one evening this week. 'Really?' I said, my non-existent eyebrows (these also need colouring in) shooting up further than a Starlink satellite. 'Well', he continued, in what I considered to me a measured and fairly sane tone, 'I reckon I've been out with enough hairdressers to know what I'm doing'. Now based on that theory, I should be really good at mushroom picking, horse shoeing