The day finally arrived. I was so scared that I unearthed the instructions and read them cover to cover. They look like they’ve been Google-translated direct from the original Korean.
There doesn’t seem to be a whole lot of guidance on offer beyond a basic suggestion that one applies the clippers to the hair, (once one has determined the length of hair of the pet in question), and chosen an appropriate guard.
That’s about it. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?
I decide not to shave my face. That way, by this evening, there’s a chance that at least some of my head will have some evenly-distributed hair growth.
As it turns out, the results are more impressive than I dared hope for. I hope you’re not all too disappointed. Disco Dave has warned me that I would definitely miss bits, and would become suddenly aware of some tufty patches in the days ahead. I can feel no such tuftiness. I feel flushed with my success.
I actually considered doing some press-ups and sit-ups today, but just as I was about to spring into action – in the nick of time, one might say – my back began to hurt, so I cancelled the home workout, to be on the safe side.
Instead, I went for a run.
Looking back, the logic of this decision continues to elude me. I haven’t been for a run for approximately three years.
Around 20 minutes into the “run”, just as I was transitioning gently out of the walking-warm-up phase, a lady, with what I can only describe as a slow and somewhat ungainly running style, ran past me. I felt confident of reeling her in without too much trouble before long. Not that it’s a race, you understand.
Minutes later, after swerving several times to maintain the requisite 2m of airspace between myself and oncoming pedestrians, I noticed that she was, actually, quite far off in the distance. Almost out of sight, in fact.
Then she stopped to take some photos. Ha. As she took the time to snap some pics of the bright yellow gorse, even taking some close-ups, I sped past, in my quite athletic running style.
Moments later, she shot past me again. I began to revise my judgement of her running style, and speed.
Made it home in one piece.
My flatmate goes for a run every day. After today’s experience I think I’ll settle for one run per nationwide lockdown.
Hair Update: Shorn. Evenly and beautifully.
Day 16 – Day 21
Too tired to blog. See Day 15.
Went for a run again.
If anything, this time it felt even harder. There was a breeze blowing, which I am confident was a lot to do with it. But really, isn’t this supposed to get easier with practice?
It feels like I’ve been shot in the calves. Both of them, but from particularly close range in the left.
I am somewhat chagrined to report that I have noticed undeniable tuftiness on my head. Just to the left and slightly rear of the crown. Perhaps in other places too, I couldn’t possibly say.
Oh, well. Maybe home-haircutting improves with practice too.
Tonight, for dinner, I am going to have that Northern Irish classic dish: lasagne con potatoes.
Molto bene, so it is.
Stay safe everyone.
Hair Update: Tufty.