The amazingly unlikely true story of how a grumpy old man and lifelong bachelor won the love of a beautiful young woman and started a family – and all by writing a curmudgeonly blog about his lonely journey to the grave.
Now who would have predicted that?
Friday, 2 July 2010
A small triumph
15st 9lb, 2.0 units. We took The Boy for his first haircut this afternoon, after a not altogether successful lunch in Morpeth with my brother and aunt. The haircut, by contrast, was a triumph, with The Boy putting up no resistance and Tom the hairdresser ensuring that a representative sample of his lopped curls were gathered up in a plastic bag for his mother to cherish forever, or more likely to spend the rest of her life wondering, from time to time, where the hell she had put them.