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A brief moment of peace
Went into town to dump more books on a charity shop and renew my library book, and had my hair cut on the way back. My having to shift books to move furniture for the p and d has made me less enthusiastic to keep some of them. When the house redecorating is finished I shall want to admire the walls and not conceal them behind bookcases.
I renewed my library book using the automatic machine all by myself. It was remarkably easy; I felt feeble at not wanting to use it before. Mind you, most things are easy when you know how.
I went into the hairdressers' on spec hoping they would not be busy and would be able to cut my hair. My luck was in. While I waited, seated in front of one of the mirrors because there was a large box on the seats in the waiting area, I looked at the staff's bulges and my wrinkles, at their chubby thighs and my scraggy neck.
Visits to the hairdresser are my half hour of exposure to fashion. Bellies are in, or out depending on how you look at them. There was a lot of naked flesh even though it was cold in the salon. Fashion must take priority over comfort.
I sat at the basin and the hairdresser asked if I'd like the neck press; at least that's what I thought she said. 'What's that?' I replied. She showed me a bar of grey polystyrene which she put over the basin edge to make it more comfortable. I wondered how many sweaty necks had rested on that, how many carbuncles had touched it. Fortunately, she put a towel round my neck so I doubt I came into contact with it. It reminded me of the cuffs for measuring blood pressure at work. They were rarely washed.
All that remains of the dead fox, apart from some fur stuck to the road, is an evil smell.
Thought for today
The only thing that stops God sending a second Flood is that the first one was useless.
Nicolas de Chamfort, Characters and Anecdotes, 1771
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