My hairdresser and I usually end up talking about church or faith.  Yesterday he told me how a book of poetry had accompanied hm through Lockdown (along with the Radio 4 Sunday Service) and shared his one with me.  Written by Walt Whitman, and from a US context, it has a pretty universal (or broader western northern hemisphere) feel to it.

As the saying goes 'Enjoy'

Ah, that's better, no annoying traily-waily bits of hair falling into my eyes!  Curious curls cropped at the back, and the rest spruced up.

A surprisingly low-stress experience, with spotless salon, attentive staff, and business-like efficiency.

Feels better, liking the length and the fullness... hair is muich stronger and healthier than it was last tie it was this length.

Not a cheap half hour, but one that went well.

I may have popped into Greggs for a donut on the way home...