A notable day today as I had my first dose of vaccine...
Lots of others seemed to be following an identical itinerary.
Getting vaccinated reminded me of going to vote. I spent some time getting all built up and telling myself that what I was about to do was quite important. And then it was over in a matter of seconds.
A dedicated vaccination centre in the centre of Bradford was my port of call, after booking myself in yesterday when supposedly healthyish specimens aged 45-49 were invited to join the queue.
The mood was positive and the folks involved in providing the service were every bit as impressive as I imagined they would be.
Their professionalism contrasted sharply with my local barber experience.
I only go there as there's rarely a long wait, mainly because few other customers choose to visit and the act of getting your hair chopped only takes about 10 minutes. In that short period, a random man who I've usually not met before hacks at your locks with an assortment of metal implements before requesting £9 for his efforts. My rule is to hand over a tenner if I've avoided a blood injury, which was the case today but still a rarity.
That was the upside of today's styling experience. The downside was that I now like a grey Gareth from The Office.
Jamie had his hair cut today too, but he went to a proper barber..
And now looks like this.
Have had my jab and a hair assault, I now have a desperate craving to find a beer garden to complete my one day Covid triple crown.
I seem to recall that life used to be a bit more complicated than this.
