After Jamie's first "haircut" of a couple of weeks ago, during which no hair appeared to have been removed by the female hairdresser in question, first thing this morning I took him to see my mate Andy, the "Backroom Barber."
Jamie wasn't too happy to begin with.
However, his confidence curiously began to grow as the hair started to drop off his head in (carefully coiffured) lumps.
And then the razor came out, which kind of set us back a bit.
But, by the end, he had the look of a happy and proud young man, ready to get back to his book full of ladies in their bras.
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