Saturday, May 23, 2009

Friends, I am officially Public Enemy no.1. Not wanting my very handsome middle son to end up like the image, left, we went to the hairdresser.

I offered the choice of gents' barber or unisex hairdresser. No preference was expressed. Neither, in the past, has cooperated with my efforts to see my son's face.

I resorted to bribery this time. Well, that was the aim. In fact, since he compromised with me, I compromised with him. The hairdresser didn't cut as much fringe as I'd hoped for ...

As we left town, the radio was playing a Kyrie by Richard Harvey, from the Da Vinci Code. Requiem for a Fringe?

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