What do you do when you can’t find something? You think
about the last time you saw it. Well, the last sighting I could positively recall of
our hair clippers was at a
Motorway service station to the N of Mazarrón
That led me down a mental rabbit hole of thinking that we
have haircuts in some odd places. From the motorway services in Spain to the
car park of a conference hall in Norway, when passers-by stopped and stared like they'd never seen al-fresco hair cutting before. Today
our pop up barbers’ shop returned indoors, to its most frequently used
location: our hallway, with the chair looking at the
front door*.
After a spell of searching, the clippers had been located
(still in Bertie, but missed the first time that location was checked). We now
look like skin-headed thugs again.
(*Five minutes of sitting looking at the front door was plenty to lead me to prioritise as my next task the cleaning of the glass in said door.)
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