La Tondue

Who ever said Samson was a boy?

Following the visit of Wendy-the-friendly-children's-hairdresser-qui-visite-à-domicile, our entire neighbourhood (ten streets or so) had no electric power at all (not even street lights) for over six hours.

Which, as you can imagine, greatly increased the commercial value of the below (opposite of 'the above')

(Of course, we will only sell it if we hit on hard times, and even then only after having sold our silver, gold, crystal and diamonds)

So, the recently-shorn and her parents huddled in their big bed, under many blankets and a variety of hats (clearly being shorn, recently or not, is no advantage in a freezing house) and sang songs to each other in croaky voices, with puffs of icy smoke coming out of their blue mouths, which they could not see, since it was pitch-dark.

La morale de l'histoire (the moral of the story):
1) listen to your parents in-law (nah, that's not it);
2) listen to your baby-sitter's neighbours (doesn't sound quite right either);
3) feminism will save the world (true, but not really relevant);
4) listen carefully, I shall say this only once...