The GF developed a sore throat last night and this morning woke feeling rather ill. It wasn’t covid if the test is to be believed, so we both remain free of the pest even as it rises again. What a strange time it was, and still is for some people, though I think without all that much reason, or any more reason than a million other diseases and obligation to society.
Anyhow that and the terrible weather meant that we didn’t go out today though it was Saturday, and I ordered in some soft mezze and soup for lunch. I did go out this morning, before the GF woke with sore throat and got a haircut. The hairdresser has settled in well over the years, from the early days when he gave me a cut so linear that it would take months for it to come to a point where I was happy with it, and the language barrier was high. But the problem with going on a Saturday is that his family is at the salon. When I first went his wife and brothers were there, along with a baby. Today there is a baby and two toddlers, and the latter demand entertainment which today was provided by YouTube videos on a mobile phone playing a hideous song that went:
This is an elephant
elephant
elephant
elephantWhat colour is the elephant?
The elephant is purple
purple
purple
purple
The only saving grace was the surreality of the final set of verses, which went:
This is a rainbow
rainbow
rainbow
rainbowWhat colour is a rainbow
The rainbow is black
black
black
black
Perhaps a special version of the song, for use in Turkey?
Anyway, the haircuts have settled into something that I can live with for the first two weeks, and the stay quite nice for 2-3 months, which is as long as I need to force myself to go for another haircut.