The song from The Muppets is on the radio singing "Am I a man or a muppet?" and I really don't know which one I am. That's a worry. It feels like I am the right path but I'm not sure where it leads. But I've learnt to trust the ebb and flow of my life so I'll let the waters float me on down the river. I just hope I see the waterfall before it's too late.


I went for my haircutting and was seated immediately. I gave my usual instructions and never looked in the mirror once until the work was completed. I looked up and was a touch surprised that my receding hairline was so on show. Never mind though, it's better that I wear with an honest and accepting attitude. At 37 my hair is leaving me. I wouldn't say my hair and I ever worked as a team.
So fuck you hair.