May 8, 2020
My hair is getting a bit mad now. Nowadays, of course, the old thatch is thinner and greyer, with the added dry, brackeny brittleness that comes with age. But that only makes it more unruly. I looked at ordering a trimmer so I could give myself a home skinhead, but the barbers may well be open by the time one of these things would be delivered. Fortunately I am not vain, being aware of how absurd that would be in one so unblessed in the looks department. Still... I am not fond of the incipient Worzel Gummidge thing thatís developing.