Another week begins and here we are ensconced in the merry month of October. For fans of statistics, by the end of September I had posted exactly the same number of blogs in the first nine months of 2017 as I did in the first nine months of 2016. So I may not be consistent, but I’m predictable.
I’m thinking of changing the barbers that I use. It’s close to work and convenient, and also cheap, and Kelly is a very nice young lady, but I do wish she’d cease her incessant talking and concentrate on cutting my hair. Surely the real skill that hairdressers need to master is being able to talk without stopping what you’re doing, and she seems to have missed that part of the training course completely. 45 minutes for a ‘light trim’? She’d make a few snips and then think of something she wanted to say, so pause the work so she could wave her hands about expressively. If she had a particular point she wanted to emphasise, she’d stare into my eyes via the mirror as she said it and thrust the scissors towards me, as if she was threatening to stab me in the spine with them. The more I tried to disengage the more she tried to fill the gaps with drivel, and the more she talked the less she cut.
If you can’t multitask, love, try and keep your mouth shut.
It obviously bothered me, as I had the trim on Friday night and I’m typing about it this morning. It didn’t ruin my weekend or anything, but I did find it annoying enough to fill a blog posting with it more than 48 hours later…..
and speaking of weekends, the one Philippa and I had away feels like a lifetime ago now. I shall tell you more about it tomorrow.
RC 2-10-17
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