Sunday 16th February 2025

I realised when I was getting dressed, that from the end of next month I won't need to get a hair cut Sunday morning, I could get it done any day of the week, at any time.

I have been going to Folkestone for a shear once I found a barber there over a decade ago opened Sundays, meaning I could do either churchcrawling or orchid hunting on a Saturday and still be cut.

That first shop was convenient, but he never cut my hair short as I wanted, so I had to go back every three weeks or so to get it redone.

Then the one, run by a family of Armenians, opened along the street, and they cut my hair as short as I wanted.

I rarely go anywhere else now.

So, it was with a heavy heart that we set out after breakfast on what could very well be my last jaunt to Folkestone on a Sunday morning for a snip.

Traffic was light, and yet what there was out didn't really know how to use their indicators.

I dropped Jools off in Wear Bay and then went to the centre of town to park, then walk to the shop. I tried to get my jacket on, but would not work. Until I realised it was upside down.

In the shop there were three free seats, I was offered one. I explained this might be my last trip, and they were genuinely sad about that.

I was shorn, close and with more attention than normal, and all done in 40 minutes.

A quick nip down to the Italian deli for some twisty pasta, where Jools followed my to, then back to the car and back home.

It was a glorious day; sunny, little wind, but bitterly cold. Too cold to go out much, and anyway, I had dinner to prepare.

Lunch.

Ribeye steaks, par-boiled potatoes done in the air fryer, garlic mushrooms and the last of the frozen corn.

We ate at half one, all done perfectly, and delicious. We had pink fizz too, which made staying awake very hard.

There was footy on the TV: Liverpool beat Wolves 2-1, then followed Spurs v Man Utd for "super Sunday", with neither teams being in super form.

Spurs won 1-0, their first home win in the league for something like 109 days.

Jools didn't feel well, so went to bed at eight, I followed soon after, being a sleepy boy.