Eyebrows

 The walk was finished at speed today, it was started late because there was a package to be brought to the post, and then it was raining. It is time to buy a new jacket, the older one looks distinctly shabby. Perhaps an XL sized anorak would do the trick.

The waitress at the café was as charming as ever, and the coffee was not quite as good as other times. Perhaps the barista is a different person every time.

There is an announcement on the mobile 'phone saying that the estimate from the camera makers is ready. Hardly dare to look, for who knows how much such a respectable German firm of tradition might charge for repairing and servicing one of their lenses.

The amount is surprisingly reasonable, not cheap, but considering that the piece of equipment will be as good as new afterwards it is a really good deal.

Now the coffee tastes better, and when that is finished hurry on home and reply to the firm, print out the acceptance note and put it into an envelope to send it on. On the way to the barber drop the letter off  in the post office.

The lady at the barber shop remembers the photographer, and continues the conversation where it had left off over six weeks ago. She has a lot of work to do to turn the hair into a respectable German haircut.

She even trims the eyebrows.