Regular readers of these pages will know already of my fear of hairdressers, and having haircuts. This fear has receded somewhat (no pun intended) with the discovery of the Hair Gallery in Bicester. They are more expensive than a traditional barber, but there seem to be fewer of those around these days, and I do get a bit of a head massage whilst my hair is washed and complimentary drinks, so I guess its fine.
This was my second haircut since I started seeing Emma, and I feel that my fear of haircuts might be diminishing at last. I think the crux of the matter has been that I have had a mistaken belief that my diminishing hair has been in part responsible for my lack of someone to love me and to love. It’s silly I know, but it kind of makes sense… :-