A Service to the community.

My wife who I’ll refer to as Karen, is a fully qualified hair stylist. However she’s not picked up a pair of scissors in years. She does give me and our boys a trim now and again. So the dreaded covid was looking to be a real game changer in the March of 2020. We had just returned from a break in the Canaries a month or so before, and then there were tell tale signs that something big was going to hit like a wrecking ball. So jumping forward a few months and pressure was on in supermarkets, furlough was being understood and money was short. On our quite small estate there is a fair mix of elderly, singles and couples, newlyweds single parents and so on, quite diverse. On a visit to the local convenience store I happened to bump into an elderly gent who knew that Karen cut the odd Barnet(hair). He enquired if she would be able to give him a trim at some stage. I explained about the visiting situation and he agreed that it wouldn’t be possible. I suggested I would mention to Karen and see what we could sort out. He thanked me and left.

When I got home I mentioned this to her and she said she could effectively cut his hair outside somewhere. She has a rechargeable trimmer in her kit. So the plan was he’d go for a walk along the lanes and Karen would happen to bump into him, both getting their daily exercise. So with a camping chair hooked over her shoulder and her cutters in her bag, off she set. Bob as he’ll be known in this little tale would set off and meet Karen. Now I know there’ll be few of you thinking well this seems a bit extreme! But with twitching curtains and nosey neighbours, you get the picture! So along the lane is a copse and an old hut that really needs attention to fix before it falls. Inside it’s quite airy and dry but seriously not too safe. Karen said that the old hut would be a good place to meet. There has been a bit of a reputation for the old hut in the past and still has a few visitors during the day as can be seen by the discarded condoms and tissues around the place. Well, this aside, Karen started to trim Bobs overgrown mop. With the gentle buzz of the trimmers and the wind blowing it was quite tranquil. Then Karen suddenly realised there was someone else in the hut, in fact there were a few guys who had heard probably from bloody Bob that there was going to be a barber in the old hut at a particular time on a particular day. She asked what the fuck was going on? Bobs reply was that he thought he was doing her a favour, getting more people there would make more money. Well that may be so she said, but if we’re caught we’re all in the shit! She trimmed the first three guys and then someone said there were people walking down past the copse. Be quiet everyone. Soon they’d passed and she continued cutting the last few guys hair. To be fair she’d made about £75 in about two hours so all in all a good days work. She also had to stop as the battery trimmer was beginning to struggle a bit. Most of the cutting was scissor work and the trimmer was used for the side and neck detail. See told me later that one of the guys hair she’d cut was an ex of hers and he’d asked her to trim him elsewhere. She said what’s wrong with here? He said no! Down there, a manscape. She declined and said she knew that had she done so she would’ve wanted to fuck him as her memory of him was large long and long lasting. Another incident was a friend of Bob a guy called Aaron was intent on getting his hands inside Karen’s knickers. That didn’t happen either but it got me thinking. Did she or didn’t she. I’m not sure, had I thought about it nearer the time then maybe I could’ve checked her linen basket and looked for evidence. She says nothing did happen. What do you think? Plus where we’re all the condoms coming from? I was about to turn detective on a part time basis to see what was occurring down at the hut. TBC