It’s a while since I had a haircut.
Haircuts don’t feature very large in my life as high points so I have no idea when I last had a trim. It must be around three years at this stage.
I am a great believer in the conservation of energy. It was one of the main reasons why fifty or more years ago I decided I could save considerably on energy and time if I grew a beard. That decision has indeed paid off handsomely, I reckon I have saved a total of 66 days of staring in the mirror at my handsome visage.
The hair has gone the same way. It is now tied back which means I can read a book without a fringe getting in the way. My fringe is now halfway down my back. There have been a few small accidents where the hair dropped forward into my dinner. Now I just tuck it into my shirt pocket out of the way.
The only problem is that every now and then a few hairs come loose and start going their own way down my face which is irritating, so every couple of days I have to remove the rubber band, comb out the locks and retie them again. This leads to the one significant problem.
Combing hair that now is quite long [to put it mildly] tends to get bogged down in tangles. Those tangles [especially those where a bolognese or curry has intruded] tend to be difficult to comb out, resulting in a lot of hair pulling. As a result, once I have finished, my comb looks a bit like a small dog with the amount of hair in it. This is hair that I can ill afford to loose but there’s a price for everything.
I have just combed my hair. A large fistful of beautiful silver locks have been tossed unceremoniously out the door.
It’s fun though watching the birds fighting for it for their nests.