We walked into the city and had haircuts. Sam is good with haircuts, he just knows when to go and get them. I'm terrible at it, I wait until I look in the mirror and think, my hair looks shit, then after another couple of weeks I go and get a haircut.
I've been getting my hair cut short the last few years, but I've decided to change it up a bit and keep it a bit longer on the top. My hair naturally goes into a bit of point in the middle, so with it being a bit longer it will point up even more easily. That is the theory anyway. And maybe that look is just a bit softer than a buzz-cut.
We had hot soup in Russell Street for lunch afterwards. Toms? Ron? John's? Davids, it's David's Soup Kitchen. I like the pea and ham base, is that it? I'm not even sure, but Sam knows and he gets me the right soup.
The bulldogs lay on the ground and chewed leaves. They even seemed to share them. They pass the leaves from one to the other, as if Brun says to Otto, hear, this is a good one, try this one. Of course, I think anything the two of them do is adorable, we know that.
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