Bad news Frank was on holiday, I was dealt with my his miniature assistant Peter, who is very deaf. Not much from a psychotherapy point of view but a good shearing has been given. He wanted to give me a number 2 on the sides number 4 on top. I wasn't up for this so he has taken his revenge by trimming to the bone with scissors. Male pattern baldness has no funny side. My beard has been reduced to a mere mucky smudge on my face, or the appearance of a light frost on my chin. The kitchen shop opposite the barbers was being shut down, an inevitable casualty of the economic downturn I thought. No, the owner had had a row with the pub landlord next door, who trashed his stock with a sledge hammer. Still Peter got a free sink and some "fittings."