I wonder if it will attract any comments this year. I shall have what is known as " the half cut ", reduced to the lowest possible stubble. Most people with whom I come into contact will know that this is something, like the passing of the seasons, that is simply part of life's cycle. They'll look with a kind of blankness and I'll just say " I've declared Summer ". There'll be a polite smile perhaps and that will that.
There aren't many new people in my routine this time around. The middle-aged woman who catches my bus every morning as I head home from work. She'll notice of course. We might even have a conversation, have a laugh or two. The young-woman cyclist who sometimes yells a " good morning " greeting as she passes, I usually respond with a " hello " , don't know if she ever hears me though, who races by on her way to work at a local Tesco store And that's about it really. Maybe she won't speak now.
Last year one bus-driver, as I'd boarded, reacted with " Wow! hair-cut or what? "
"I've had a bit of a trim" I replied.
" A TRIM? "
And then, when I'd started work one night, an office-employee had approached me and said " go on then, let's have a look. "
What? I'd asked.
" Your hair. "
And so I'd removed my hat.
"Fuckin 'ell " he'd said and we both laughed.
But again, nothing surprises anybody nowadays. We're all just another year older.