Had a busy old day at work today, broken up by a visit from Deb and Luke to take me up to Preston to collect our new barbecue. Lovely thing it looks, too.
"I can taste it already"
After tea, we decided to tackle Luke's ridiculous hair. He despises having his hair cut. You really would think he was being tortured when he has it cut. Deb held him down and I jumped in with the trusty old hair clippers. Whilst we aren't Tony or Guy, I think it's turned out okay. A few straggly bits, but it wasn't the easiest job to do.
"WHERE has my hair gone????"
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