Today we had a ride up to Holloway and took Dad and George out for lunch at The Landseer, a pub a short walk from their flats, where Dad and George have lived at number 14 for 45 years, and within the same block (I was born at number 24) for over 50 years.
We all had a roast meal. Dad, being the odd one out, choosing the pork instead of the beef. The food was okay, but we really went for the company. Dawn always says that you get the best roast dinners at home. Although they did have some sad news. George's neighbour friend, Sue, died yesterday from some kind of kidney renal failure at the age of 40 years old and leaving behind an 8 year old child. It came as a real shock to us. Sue had been a great help to George when Dad was in hospital earlier this year.
Then we went to the butcher of Chapel Market. We popped into Supercuts and got a scalping. Dawn went first and got the shortest haircut of her life. The guy cutting her hair didn't seem to understand what she meant by a dry cut. As for me, it was worse. I asked for the same style with about 3/4 inch off. Instead he did my whole head the same and left me with less than 3/4 inch on my head. This means that my scalp is now my overpowering feature as it shines through the thinly covering strands of loose hair.
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