Since lock down, my wife has been cutting my hair.
We have a hairdressing kit which has an electric cutter and several different size spacing heads which clip over the blades to give a variety of hair lengths.
I have my hair cut with a number 8 spacer, which leaves about 1” of hair all over my head.
My wife is not a hairdresser, but she cannot go wrong, because the blade can never get any nearer than 1” from my head.
A few weeks ago she decided that my hair needed tidying up, so she got out the kit and gave me my usual.
After going all over my head, she removed the spacer comb and cleaned the back of my neck with the naked blade over the nape of my neck
“Give that a comb and see what you think”, she said, so that’s what I did.
“There are a few hairs I have missed, I’ll just tidy them up”,
Buzzzzzzzzzzz,
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, she cried, as a great big clump of hair dropped into my lap.
She’d forgotten to put the spacer back onto the cutter and ran the naked blade from front to back right across the middle of my head.
It was like a Beano / Dandy comic book scenario, a full head of hair with a two inch furrow down the centre.
Just one look at her face, (she was almost in tears), warned me to choose my words carefully.
I did the only thing I could, I burst out laughing (it was either that or cry).
I said the first thing that came into my mind, “If I was a professional footballer, all the kids would be asked for this cut”.
We’d been joking about the crazy styles they are running around with these days at the last match we’d watched.
Day saved.
We went around my head with lower size spacers until it sort of blended in at number 3.
Might be Xmas before I need another haircut.
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