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Andy has his class photo in school tomorrow, so I met him from art club and we went for haircuts. To his great credit, he didn't moan once.

It wasn't the usual guy at the Turkish barbers, and he seemed a bit over-zealous when it came to singeing the hair on my ears.

This may explain Andy's question when we left: "dad, if you were a hairdresser and you set someone's head on fire and killed them, would it be manslaughter or murder?"

Rubbing my tender earlobe, I replied that I wasn't sure.

It always tickles me that you can read the back-to-front sign in the mirror as if it were the right way round. Easily pleased, I am.