The shearing

BH should have been going to her hairdresser today, but deprived of that outing, she sought compensation by cutting my hair. To be fair, she has been sounding warnings for some days now; her own hair appointment was just the trigger. And, after what must be around her fourth effort, I think I can say that she is getting better at it. Just got the lighting in the studio, that is to say, the study, to sort out and we will be in business. Will it be a permanent loss of business for Man & Boy in Epsom, the people who took over care of my hair when John Styles retired?

Equipment, in addition to the clippers from Wahl (lately of Illinois, now of China), included some rather fine scissors inherited from FIL and a floral duvet cover (to wrap me in) which was a present from a neighbour, lives hung down from the garage roof and is more usually used as a dust sheet when I am decorating or building something. Probably not in the cleanest condition. Puzzle for the day: where did FIL get such fine scissors from, not being the sort of chap who cared to pay for decent tools?

PS: with apologies to 'Midsomer Murders' for borrowing the title to an episode about some cod-pagan goings on in some isolated village, deep in Midsomer.

Reference 1: http://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/07/the-shearing.html.

Reference 2: http://psmv4.blogspot.com/2020/07/more-shearing.html.