David didn't know he needed a haircut but I did and I was itching to use the clippers we bought in Curacao. My hair was in need of a trim and if I could try the clippers out on David I might trust him to do mine. Sneaky, but true. My hapless victim presented himself and off I went. These clippers are cool and do an excellent job. For the professional finish I went over his locks using the comb and scissors to even up the bits and pieces. He sat contented as a poodle getting his locks trimmed in the poodle parlour while I trimmed and primmed.
Happy with the results, we swapped places. David was under instruction to use the longest blade setting and I had a mirror to watch. Not that I am a control freak, in case he required guidance. Ten minutes late and I have a chic new haircut, not too short, not too long.
A very good addition to our self sufficiency skills.
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