Well, what a week it has been on the hirsute front.
Firstly the HUGE excitement of being in the car fiddling on my phone when the Text of the Year arrived – from my hairdressers! OMG, cue manic scrabbling for the booking tab, checking of the – obviously still pretty empty – diary and sheer ecstasy when the booking confirmation popped up!
Never in my life did I ever think that getting a haircut – which is laughably still nearly a month away – would be that much of an adrenalin rush. Let's hope my chap doesn't piss himself laughing when my bushy mane, face mask & I finally roll through the door, a full 6 months since the last time…
And Mr H also managed to get his 'head ferret' dealt with – well done to Jules, armed with Henry-over-the-road's clippers, who was permitted to de-fuzz the husband's bonce. I was not allowed anywhere near the precious barnet because he has seen what I've done to Scrumpy's straggly (post cut) ears and to the 2 no-longer-shapely mini trees outside the front door, when scissors are in my not so talented left hand..
So we had a Before photo:
And a much better After!
Roll on my July shearing – should be enough to stuff a couple of pillows by then x