Bad hair day

Interestingly this happened without any intervention on my part. I just saw myself in the mirror and thought "who is that weirdo?" … it disappeared of its own accord soon afterwards, making me wonder if it was some kind of alien visitation. But I doubt aliens would travel across the galaxy just to mess with my hair. Unless they were using me as a Guinea Pig (see extra).

My day was uneventful but I stayed busy for the most part. Finished reading The Last Jews in Berlin which is a remarkable account of how some Jewish people managed to survive WWII living in the heart of the Nazi regime.

More hedge cutting today. My days of paying people for jobs like this are over. All you need are the right tools and some free time on a couple of sunny days …