Gravity still works

A slippery slope
Being follicly challenged, as I am, doesn’t preclude one from the necessity of visiting the sheep shearers every so often to trim the few strands of hair that still inhabit the top of my head.  The Terry Nutkin look doesn’t flatter.

The walk to the hairdressers shouldn’t have been this hard, but add a sprinkling of snow, a fair few nights in the negative celsius’s, a hill and one 6’1 lolloping idiot into the mixture and things take their usual course.

To be honest I didn’t think the path rose quite as much as it obviously does, but the one step forward and slide 3 feet back seemed to confirm the fact.  I also discovered the now hard learnt lesson that, no matter how cold it is, you shouldn’t keep your hands stuffed deep inside your coat pocket when tackling an icy slope.  Keeping one’s dignity when face planting the grassy border is difficult if not nigh-on-impossible.

Despite the slightly longer than anticipated journey my hair is now back to its usual short ‘n spikey self, I can also confirm that gravity still works and my trip DOWN the hill was considerably quicker and more painful than the trip in the opposite direction!

Arse!… literally.

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