Slight and light hearted offer of a digression:
- regarding a Met Man at a very SW airfield, whose wig was not a tight fit, such that if he turned his head quickly, there was a lag of several degrees.
- and regarding one in the Vale of York who owned three, thus long, short [simulated haircut], medium, long, repeat.
Mine? They say that grass does not grow on a busy street, and I have to wear a hut in the sun, should it condescend to shine.