This lump is actually 18,000NZD worth of the precious metal. It took the sales assistant several minutes to pry it out of Mrs Fogg’s fingers.
Meanwhile I tried to get another buzz cut done on my over grown baldy locks. With two strikes in two empty hairdressers it was not looking promising. Both proclaimed they were completely full and the earliest they could fit me in would be next Tuesday. In typical comedy sketch fashion I looked around both hairdressers and not a soul could be seen. I asked if they were really that busy “oh yes”, well can I use your trimmers to do my own head, “oh no, you need training”, REALLY! “yes sir it takes years to master the art. Given that New Zealand are crying out for hairdressers I can understand why now if these poor soles are rushed off their feet for a week. I can feel a job change coming, me a hairdresser and Mrs Fogg a plumber, then we can emigrate, now where did I put that pink floral shirt, open toed sandals and sarong sweety.
More Beach Walking from here.