Big hair

People, it’s got to that point! Either I have to get a haircut or take up the violin. I could relocate to the South but the thought and hassle of going through yet another move fills me with dread, and could make me even greyer than I am today. My hair grows at an alarming rate, and it’s almost unmanageable. Years ago I got completely shorn: a complete baldy. Unfortunately, with my build and shape of head, I looked as if I’d just had chemotherapy. The haircut also led to the abrupt ending of a beautiful relationship, and I don’t mean the one with my hairdresser. But that was all a long time ago. I’ve outgrown it.