7.02.2025 Give us a twirl?

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  Friday 7th 33F/0.6C [7.20] A grey overcast marks a run of colder, wintry weather beginning today. Possibly wintry showers from later this afternoon and overnight. With increased easterly winds. It will probably never get above 2C/35F for a week. We may not see the sun for a week either. So no added greenhouse warmth.

  7.30 Up at 6.15 after another quiet night. 62F/16.7C in the room. I had better light the stove. I need some groceries and I had better stock up on more sacks of kindling. The latter means I'll have to take the trailer out again. To the next shopping village to the north. Ironically I was there yesterday but on the e-bike. 

 9.00 Returning from a brisk walk down to the village and back. I hardly noticed the cold except when the breeze was blowing. Or a lorry passed at speed. The ground was no longer frozen. So I could not escape from the roads. 

 9.40. Morning coffee over. Getting ready to go shopping with the trailer. 

 11.20 Overcast, light drizzle and brief flashes of sunshine.  Our hero returns with three sacks of kindling and assorted groceries. Half the main road was cordoned off and traffic light controlled. Guess what? A moron in a large excavator decided to throw his weight around. Simply because he could. 

 He drove out of a side turning without a care in the world. Nor paying any attention to the lights having just changed. He did a few twirls, but absolutely no work and then returned to the side road. By which time both traffic queues had advanced to his position. As the lights had changed for both directions. Forcing a bus and a chap towing a large excavator to take to the soft grass verge. To pass the opposing queue.   

 14.00 Going for a ride into the village. To buy the stuff I didn't see in the other village.

 15.30 Returning from the village. While I was there I inquired of the hairdressers if I needed to book an appointment. Yes at the first but no at the second. Provided I came back in half an hour. The result was interesting. To say the least. 

 He asked if I wanted it short. No, I said. Whereupon he razored me within a millimeter of my scalp. I am used to being clipped with scissors. He did use scissors but only to a very limited degree towards the end. I left looking like a US Marine had just had a punishment trim. More shadow than real hair. It was one of those rare moments. When I was grateful that I was not returning to my late wife's inspection. 

 The last time my hair was this short was probably 35 years ago. I was going to collect my wife from Bangor station in N.Wales but had time to kill. So I asked in a local hairdresser if they could fit me in. The apprentice was duly roped in to carry out the task. She too left me searching for stubble in the mirror. My wife was absolutely furious! She was used to and preferred me hairy.   

 Dinner was a shrimp pasty, peas and chips. I used the oven fan mode.

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