Well that was fun. R*** did not want to go at all, but to do him justice, he went along in the end, without too much fuss. Until we got there of course. It wasn’t full, but some of the people in there were a little loud, which upset him a bit. I spent the next ten minutes with him digging his fingers into every tender part of my arm and hand. This is one of the more usual methods of showing his annoyance. Once in the chair, then he changed a lot. He simply sat there and let the girl cut his hair. They are all used to him after all these years, but he suddenly decided to echo back, what the girl had said, in a high pitched voice. The whole hairdressers found it highly amusing, which of course, made him keep on saying it. In the end, it went very well.
