Age and Scarecrows.

It’s less than an hour until June, and yet it seems only a few short weeks since we were getting the first intimation of a pandemic about to sweep the world. It was only in China then (allegedly.) The way time speeds up when you’re getting older is really quite remarkable.

So I thought I’d post a picture of me looking like a scarecrow after fourteen weeks without a haircut.

 

Only I can’t be a real scarecrow, of course, because I have a brain and it still functions reasonably well. This is a real scarecrow: