Brolly Up ….

It’s been wet. No golf this morning, too wet. Then the rain went off. But then it came on again. Rain on, rain off, rain on, rain off. So when I was out it was brolly up, brolly down, brolly up, brolly down. Rain on, rain off, rain on, rain off, like we were starring in a Scottish Karate Kid or something.
I hadn’t planned it but the barber’s was empty so I nipped in for a haircut. Dispensed with any instructions as he always does what he feels like and he seemed happy about that, even broke into song at one point. A singing, Turkish barber in Stockbridge. Who’d’ve thought? Oh and the haircut’s fine.