Haircut for Christmas

 Had a hair cut for Christmas. It's short and I am the only one who likes it in the family . What style ? No style , just short! 

Walked in. Told him to cut my hair. He did his job - that was followed by the customary showing me the back of my head in a mirror. 

Often wonder why they do that and with such aplomb too. 

I nodded,  he looked satisfied as I paid him and walked out a few grams lighter. 

I am a no fuss person where haircuts are concerned. 

Now with 2 daughters out of the house and only the wife with me, there are less jokes to contend with , and none that I can't parry with ease.

But it's the 'look' to which I am yet to find a suitable answer to. 

When I returned from a hair cut today I got 'the look' . No comment - just a look or a glance and then she looked away. 

I think I saw a smirk but then again I had just come in from the sun. 

Years ago I stopped asking the usual question' How does my hair look' because there would be a flurry of responses which all meant the same thing - ' it looks aweful ' 

Anyway , I think I look awesome!

Tricky toothpicks

 A small mishap occurred while shifting house and home today  - very small.

It's 6 am. I am a nervous traveller and probably an equally nervous shifter . Just realized this today. 

I woke at 4.45  am and while making my tea I decided to multi task . I realized that multi tasking at work is something I do so well , and with extreme  regularity, but trying that at home, with the weight of the shift playing on my mind, was a very different experience. 

I saw one of those small containers which have about a few hundred toothpicks in them and decided to put   it into a plastic bag.

I know you're wondering as to why that caught my attention. Now I am wondering the same thing .

Needless to add the tea water came to a boil at exactly the same time.

Being extremely particular about my tea , there was a momentary lapse of concentration  and the wretched toothpicks spilled on to the counter top. 

Not wanting the wife to give me a morning lecture as she would be apt to do if she saw the mess , I attempted to put the toothpicks back into the container as quickly as possible. Easier said than done and this  is the point of this mini story.

There were definitely a few hundred tooth picks that fell out,  but only half could fit back in. My rather thick fingers and thumb didn't help ease the struggle . 

How the Dickens they pack them so tightly  beats me. Surely it is an art or maybe a science for all you know. 

Anyway,  after quite a struggle, I managed to put half the amount back and binned the rest .

My tea was cold by then and the packers would soon be  ringing the doorbell. 

My wife was none the wiser .

Here ends my story.