Close Shave

Well that was a close shave! Quite literally, straight over the top of my head and that was that! Over on Facebook this week, one of those memory things popped up on the wife’s timeline. It was from around 2016 and is the photograph shown here in the header./p>

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I Used To Wear A Hard Hat

Yes, that’s me. Complete with a bald stripe running across the top of my head. You see, we have one of those home barber kits that seemed to be popular back in the day. Debbie, (wifey), has cut my hair for many years. It started when I used to wear a hard hat at work and so kept my hair quite short. Out would come the hair cutter and I’d fit the number 2 attachment then wiz, buzz, buzz wiz and I’d be done for a couple of weeks. However, I moved on to another job and didn’t need a hard hat. Yay, I could grow my hair a little longer.

I Forgot The Attachment

By the time of the close shave, I’d officially finished working. A normal, quiet Sunday evening and I asked Wifey if she would cut my hair. Well, cut all of them!! My job was to set the clippers up, fit the attachment and plug it into the mains. The rest was up to her. For some unknown reason, I forgot to check if the plastic, number 4 cutter had been attached. Of course, it hadn’t, which means the blades will cut the hair right next to the skin. The first I knew about it was hearing the buzzzzzzzzz of the cutter coming into contact with the top of my head.

What The?

Then I heard, “Oooooh, blinking heck” or something very similar and the machine was abruptly switched off. I wasn’t sure what the problem was at first, but there was some sniggering and giggling which turned to straight up guffawing. All of it at my expense! As soon as she told me what had happened, I realised it was my error. Even looking in a mirror, I couldn’t see the top of my head. So she took photographs to show me. Oh, my word!!! Then she posted them to our daughters, who both joined in the guffawing.

All Over Social Media

It didn’t take long before the photos were on Facebook, Twitter and any other social media site they were members of. I could live with it. What I had trouble with was going out the following day. I had an appointment with my Doctor which I spent wearing a woolly hat. She must have thought I was very rude. It grew back, eventually. Wifey still cuts my hair, but there’s never any more close shaves as checking the attachment is fitted is now ingrained in my mind. All in all, though, it did give us all a good laugh.