The clippers clicked into life again. Paula hadn't pinned my hair up again, so she was obviously going to make a minor adjustment to the line that she had cut. Clearly something had offended her eye when she had combed the hair back down again. She was standing behind me and then the lightest touch of the vibrating blade against the back of my head startled me. Paula made no comment. There it was again. By no stretch of the imagination could that be mistaken for touching up the ends. This was high up on the back of my head. Paula's concentration was unbroken by any thought for my reaction. She was working away regardless, but then in hindsight, what else could she do?
She had worked her way around to the front, angling downwards as she progressed, although I still lost a little more length at the front.
"Please tell me that that is it" I said.
"You'll just have to wait and see, won't you. I'll buy you a big, stiff drink when we're done, I promise."
"It'll probably take more than one" I replied, only half in jest.
