It’s a busy time in retiredmartin Towers.
My first jab yesterday, Mrs RM has hers Thursday (just in time for pub gardens, I reminded her), carpets laid, elder lad moved home last week and started a job today, and younger sun keeping busy till barbers are back on 12 April.
If only he lived in Chester rather than Ancoats.
Then he’d be able to walk over the Welsh border and start cutting hair today, as the devolved administration starts to outpace the UK Government on things that matter (don’t get any ideas, not pubs).
He could set up a mobile unit on the self-explanatory Boundary Lane* and infuriate local barbers by offering proper Manc cuts to Welsh and English lads alike.
Then he could pop into town and follow his father in admiring the city’s tourist highlights. Like the Olde Cottage,
and the Sam Smiths pubs that I’ve never actually found. I fear their gardens may be a little limited.
HE won’t, but I bet a few scousers will. Good to know we’re still a United Kingdom, eh ?
*The Blues Bar at Chester FC is literally on that boundary; I believe the lone handpump dispensing Spitting Feathers is on the right side of the line while the keg is on the other.