As luck would have it, the woman who cuts my and Jen's hair popped round the morning before. I asked her to try to do a decent job this time, as I was going out on a hot date with one of my other women. She did the best she could with the material available, then, for good measure, she leant over with her scissors and snipped the end off what she described as my curly right eyebrow.
Curly eyebrows. Christ, I'm getting old!