We made our last visit to the hairdresser yesterday. Alain, who cuts our hair, seemed to take extra care and gave us both a good cut.
Jan in particular is getting used to her mohican and has grown quite fond of it. I, on the other hand, favour what I can only describe as a flat top. A sort of French gangster look but without the body to go with it.
Between us we look a real pair of
We have let this guy loose on our hair for over eight years now so it was a moment of hirsute sadness.
Note: Someone has complained and I have removed the two pictures that I originally posted in this post.