Phoenix, I dread the thought of Mr. G offering to cut my hair! (a) he'd get out one of his many spirit levels (b) he'd debate for hours about the scissors he ought to use and (c) he has macular degeneration so the Lord only knows what it would look like.
And then afterwards there would be no excuse not to get the vacuum cleaner out, something I've been strenuously resisting...
Back in the day on a Sunday afternoon
Help with ideas to distribute a small early inheritance to family





