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...
Ha! Ha! Haaaaaaaaa! An OBE in exchange for the State Pension?
I Shall Be a Weather Forecaster In My Next Life Or...
"Old fashioned" expressions that young people have never heard.



