Sitting at the desk working on updating the website and idly listening to the chat between Helen and Lewis, an alarm goes off. It was obviously an alarm. Helen and I look at each other as Lewis leaped to his feet shouting 'I've got to go!' as he ran out of the door. 'Fire call!'
'But your hair...' cried Helen as Lewis disappeared up the road, 'it's not finished!' Lewis doesn't reply, just hares up the road towards the fire station. We look at each other and mentally review where the various members of our families are at that moment.
'I hope he doesn't tell anyone I did that!'
Oh my! Poor Lewis had half a hair cut - he was neatly shaved up the sides, but the top was untouched and unblended.