Not me, I am like a happy shorn lamb with a haircut that is chippy to take account of my rubbish lockdown haircutting attempts. I heard tales of home colour horrors whilst in the chair, under what looked like a large clear plastic bin liner! So good. But on the way to Morrisons, a quick walk in Mincinglake Park tells me summer is doing the job of slowly preparing for a new season. Me too, sadly as thanks to Covid19 I am jobless. Again. Totally out of context but "Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light." (Dylan Thomas) I do rage well - it gets things done once shock has worn off. My cousin too is a victim of the jobs cull. That's life sadly
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