Quite by luck, we had had our hair cut just before lockdown was imposed and were therefore spared the indignity of a home-brew hatchet job. Even so, by this morning, my tangled locks were becoming a nuisance, if nothing worse. This shot in the bathroom mirror will give you an idea.

Before…

Today, therefore, we directed our steps towards White Lion Street, wherein resides a certain maison de coiffure that we have patronized now for many a year, to see whether they were open. They were indeed.

As this street is a much used cut-through to the High Street, it is often full of vehicles waiting to pull out into the main road. However, an observant motorist, seeing our attempts to take photos, kindly held back, leaving a space for us. It’s nice to encounter such thoughtfulness and I waved my thanks.

The Cutting Bar

There were two barbers on site, one on the ground floor and one in the basement. When we appeared at the door, they instructed us to wait outside.

Tigger was admitted first and descended into the basement. A while later, it was my turn on the ground floor.

It was amusing seeing what appeared to be a great quantity of hair falling all around me. We have been coming here for so long that the regular barbers know how to cut our hair without being told.

And here, for your delectation, is a view of the finished product:

After…

Tigger, who rarely appears photographically in these pages has kindly contributed the photo that she took from the barber’s chair.

Tigger trimmed
Photo by Tigger

The “cutting bar” bucks the trend by accepting cash only, no electronic payments. I will not speculate on possible reasons for this.

We also noticed that they had dropped their price from £9 to £8. It will no doubt rise again once business resumes its normal pace.

The job done, we walked down to High Street and thence to the Angel crossroads. Looking across, we saw…

Jusaka open

…that Jusaka was open again. We acquired our coffees and hurried home.

Tomorrow I am expecting a caller. More about that in due course.