I bravely ventured out of my safety bubble just yesterday morning for a haircut. My 91 year old Ma had sent me a text message to advise that if the hairdresser/barber wasn't wearing a mask, not to go in. I went to the local shopping centre, where there were at least 3 different places I could get a haircut, and NONE of the workers in there were wearing masks? Well, the little asian ladies in the first place were wearing masks, but they must have pissed them off, because they were wearing them around their necks, not over their mouths and noses.
I eventually settled on option #3, staffed by young Middle Eastern blokes who all looked like recruiting posters for Islamic State, but all looked fit and healthy. My barber was a little jockey sized feller who couldn't speak English, so that was good, I didn't have to exchange pleasantries or chat about the weather. One of the questions I'm always asked when getting a haircut is "what do you do for a living?" and considering the recent terrorist threats, anyone who works for the department of defence is best not to advertise the fact, especially when someone from the middle east is working on you with sharp instruments.
Anyway, he did a good job, I thanked him, and was pleasantly surprised that I was only charged the "Pensioner" rate. I'm not a retiree, but I'm 60 and do receive a couple of pensions, so I suppose I kind of qualify. I scurried home and sprayed myself in the face with an isopropyl alcohol based sanitiser, (which really stings.......) so hopefully I'm Wu-flu free, it'd be awful if I snuffed it before I finished my latest project bike.