Thursday, 18 May 2017
Leave the eyebrows out of it
I cut Paul’s hair this morning. I forgot to trim his eyebrows so Paul decided to do it himself. He didn't put the comb back on the trimmers and he is now sporting a new look – sans eyebrows. I have been forbidden to blog about it, hence the title.
We had a Skype session this morning with Sarah and Buddy in Sydney, Australia. First thing Sarah said, “Streuth Dad, what’s happened to your eyebrows?” Okay, I admit she didn’t actually use the word streuth.
Skype is a wonderful thing, especially as I can’t hear too well and tend to avoid using telephones wherever possible. We chatted for nearly two hours, it was almost as if they were in the room with us. If only we could reach out of the screen and touch. Buddy came and said hello after he had finished chewing his vegan pig’s ear.
It’s a misty, drizzly day here. I pulled something pre-cooked out of the freezer earlier on. For someone who is supposedly well organised I never bother to label freezer meals; sometimes I just like to live dangerously. Looks like it might be a chicken curry. We had chicken curry two days ago in the UK.
I have my tax return to do this afternoon. Oh joy.