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This evening, at approximately 6pm, Trevor McScrooge at last dealt with an ongoing follical crisis which resulted in him giving his wife a hair cut.   At least 6 inches of dead and split-end hair was taken from the length and bobbed into a far more manageable, slick style.  His wife, Helena, ( who threatened to take the scissors to her own hair) could hardly contain her excitement adding:

"Oh, my God!  Oh, my God! .........he succumbed!   I think the promise of giving him back his DVD collection unscratched may have helped!" 

Having this home cut saved £25, the price her closest salon would charge for the same hairdo.  McScrooge is considering what to get himself with the money, totally unaware that his wife is placing an order online for a pair of sale boots at this very moment.

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N...n...n...n...n...nineteen..? Oh, s**t!

Today is our wedding anniversary. This morning I got up and having the house to myself (after school and college holidays) was fabulous. McScrooge was away fishing, too! Hurray! Yup, the kids got themselves off and McScrooge gets up ridiculously early anyhow and buggers off, so it felt more like my birthday - with bits of Xmas and Mother's day chucked in!

McScrooge should have been home for a bit dinner but I don't know where he's got to. Looks like the champagne (Asda'a fizzy wine) and the bubble bath (no comment) planned for the 30 minutes (far, far too long) that he gets home before the boys do will have to be postponed until our 20th. Phew.............!