Yesterday I went to the hairdresser and came home with a fringe. I’m not entirely sure how that came about but she says there is a plan in place.
Last night we were outside and I caught Burfit looking at me strangely.
Durdlin: Are you staring at my fringe blowing in the breeze?
Durdlin: Does it blow?
Burfit: Or does it suck?
I don’t know. It doesn’t feel like my hair yet.