Today we both went for our flu jabs - more important than ever this year. We are so lucky to have Townhead surgery in Settle. Being so far from the nearest big hospital and occasionally cut off in bad winters it is important that they can turn their hands to most things. The flu jabs were being done in what is normally the waiting room. It had been most cleverly converted to four or five stand-up numbered nurse stations. Utmost Covid precautions as you might expect - and in-and-out in no time.
En route back home via the Market Place we passed Settle's one and only proper mens' barbers shop. Not only was it open and adorned with 'No appointment necessary' notices, there was nobody there apart from barber Ian. When the last proper haircut was nine or ten months ago you cannot pass up on a chanced like that. Only trouble was no money between us and proper barbers don't do cards and soft nonsense like that. "Oh, it'll be right" said Ian. Nonetheless Pat scurried off home and back with the necessary (£9 in Settle). I had it cut and confessed that Pat had seen to my 2020 tonsures. Ian was well accustomed to that scenario and declared that he had had very few disasters to rescue. Pat had done a good job, for a radiographer.
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