My Good and Gentle Wife Síle cut my hair and beard again this morning. (on the terrace in sunshine- me in my dressing gown)

As she chopped away (the hair gets lesser as the beard gets thicker) I contemplated that this scene had been played a few times already.

Given that we are married 40 years and 7 months and that the average time between shearings was about a month this looks like 487 times the poor woman has, like Delilah, tried to tame the locks of her beloved.

Now if we cynically reduce this to money, and we assume a round average figure over the years for what we in Cork used to call a Bazzer of €5 it appears that Madame is due €2435.00 in unpaid hairdressing fees. Well well well.