Blades

It was a fairly normal Wednesday. The Silver Vixen went off to Pilates and the Gorse Fox to football. He managed to arrive early enough that he was able to do a few laps of the running track before the game. The game itself was a foregone conclusion. The 5 best attackers on one side with the Gorse Fox and some other players of medium talent on the other. It felt a bit like being a flood barrier in Worcestshire: under a continual battering, with leaks here there, and everywhere. Despite all this, we did manage to score a few goals but were soundly beaten 6-4.

Back home there was some shopping to pick up and the Gorse Fox had to fuel the car. Next on the agenda was a haircut. Now, as a rule, the Gorse Fox goes to a nice lady in the village. She, however, was closed for some reason. The Gorse Fox had noticed a new Barber's when returning from the shops. He thought he'd give it a try. Well, it is a Turkish Barbershop (whatever that implies). The decor is all gold and black. Gold sinks, gold utensils, gold ceiling panels, gold embroidery on the barber's shirt, and all of this was set against jet black. The Gorse Fox wasn't sure whether it was a barber's or a Sultan's boudoir. The haircut and the attention paid, however, was faultless. The Gorse Fox will surely return despite the cut-throat razors, the blowtorch for ear hair, and the threat of nasal waxing!