Mojo

I decided to get my hair cut, late this afternoon, in a vain attempt to get some of my mojo back.

On leaving the hairdresser, whilst contemplating the ridiculousness of having a grade 4 clipper cut in the light of the current climate, I stopped so fast outside the next door Oxfam shop that the person walking behind me v nearly bulldozed straight into me.

Bearing in mind that it was so cold that my nose was snotting copiously, and it had just begun to snow, the window display was just bloody brilliant...