Almost forgot this. Before I retire to the sofa for an hour or so.

In the taxi on the way to work this morning, in my second shirt of the day, I was chatting to Doris and complaining about my big barnet. I need to get it sharpened, but my barber is out of town. Could go somewhere else I guess, but he’s my mate:

“What’s wrong with your hair? Who said it was bad?”
“Me, just me, it’s a bit big”
“No, I think you look like Lenny Kravitz”

WTF?

So, here I am.

You have to love some of the things that come out of some girls mouths.

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tune: Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood - Santa Esmeralda