At the barbers

Feel like being ill has set me back, there are so many jobs I wanted to do this half-term, and I haven't really managed them. One child has had a haircut though! Look at that face in the mirror - this is as good as it gets. I don't know why, but the hairdressers strikes fear into my son. However, we have found a friendly barber who is very tolerant of Zachary's reluctance to be in the chair. He is a lovely chap, and likes to have a natter. Above all, he manages to cut Zachary's hair with him wriggling and ducking and diving...that is a skill.