Wife's haircut won't land me in hot water
I hope you too are lucky enough to have someone in your lockdown social network bubble with hair-cutting skills.
I needed a haircut over the weekend, for I was beginning to look very wild. So I resolved to go to my nearest Garda station, to see when they might fit me in.
I know the local Sergeant, he's a good man. But I'm not sure how good he is with a scissors. He might be like Edward Scissorhands. Then again he could be like Mr Butterfingers. And maybe it's only the guards of Dublin who are allowed cut hair on the side, and indeed on the top too.
