When I heard the lock down was getting serious,
'Really' told me they had closed the pubs in Ireland!
I thought blimey, it is like the comms officer tells you a
klingon Bird of Prey is decloaking, so I hit the priority list:
(a) (last) pint of beer in nearest pub (virtually empty)
(b) visit to dentist (got quotations, they are hiding now)
(c) haircut
I instructed the Italian cropper to take the lot off,
telling him I had no idea when my next cut would be.
He duly obliged and gave me the shortest cut of my life.
It was very strange, I had nothing to comb for two weeks.