Poems for haircuts

More recording with Robin this morning, chatting and having a laugh. In the afternoon off to see Stacy to get a shearing. Stacy chatty and looking like a wizard with large beard and long hair. I asked him about it and he says after a day of cutting hair, the last thing you want to do is do anything to your own. I paid him using some of the poetry reading cash, which felt good. Poems for haircuts -- that's a sound business idea right there. Meanwhile Lorraine spent much of the day taking Pat and Maureen to Eastbourne to meet a couple of their old Ashford pals. 

Once home Lorraine decompressing on the gold sofa, listened to the episode and did a bit of tweaking. Then I cooked a cheeky stir fry, but once I got going I realised I had no soy sauce so had to substitute Worcestershire sauce. Close but no cigar.  

The Sassarinis are thinking of moving to Brighton. We shall see them on one of their reconnaissance missions soon.