Monkey squirmed in his seat as the hairdresser grabbed hold of his mane and readied her scissors for the first cut. His hair was a little ridiculous, but Monkey liked being ridiculous, and he couldn’t help but feel like Samson about to have his strength cut away with his locks!
So I finally gave in and had a haircut today. I’m yet to make up my mind on whether I’m happy about it. I did need a cut, but I always dread having one in case it all goes horribly wrong!