Eleven years of growth, and a request for a light trim.
Caught In The Zip
Measuring It Again
The Nightly Oil
One Segment At A Time
Wringing It Out
Sideways Through Doors
Nods At The Mirror
Just A Trim
Plaited For Best
Horizontal In The Wind
Took Too Much Off
Tucked In For Soup
Did It Himself
Board Across The Arms
Turning It Round
Working The Strop
Two Snips First
Ate The Towel
Three Combs
Looks At The Photo
The Hot Towel
More Than One Head
Four On A Tuesday
The Silence After
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A Clock, Apparently
A Note To Self
A Point Of Zoology
A Round Number