I was thinking of what I should do this year and decided on a haircut. But I stuck my head through the door and saw the prices. Blimey! How much? Plus the girl cutting looked a bit too young and the bloke looked a bit light on the loafers and I could not put up with his prattling for too long.
My last haircut was free, that was in the navy 43 years ago, didn't bother since. But a long haired pensioner looks a bit silly. It keeps its own length usually because of working in amongst the shrubs, dirt, and riding the Harley, it comes out in the brushing. Now I am not doing so much it has grown a few inches longer than usual and strangles me in bed if I forget to tie it up. It also blows around my face with all this wind lately and I refuse to have a ponytail.
Still I have a solution, grow a humungus beard, like that duck dynasty mob, that will keep the hair out of my face and a long knitted nightcap should have enough room to tuck it all in at night.
My new resolution shall now be stop giving things up for new year.
