(Some context: as I wait for my turn in the newsagents the proprietor makes eye contact (slightly weird) and after he's served me he says something like "We're accepting of all, here". Since I'm wearing a mask and other customers are not, I assume it's something to do with that; only later do I conclude that he possibly thinks I've transitioned!)
C is teeth-brushing after breakfast and I'm trying to make sense of my hair. The normal procedure is to wet it and brush it back and then just ignore it for 24 hours. But on this occasion I get a complaint: "that makes you look like your dad!". So I try a parting on the left - which results in mock retching. I switch to a parting on the right and C won't even look at me despite my pleas for help and the oblique reference to Pete Townsend. Her only suggestion is the exceptionally unhelpful "You could shave it all off".
Later, as we set off for the shops...
M: Maybe I should try a wig?
C: What for? To make you look more manly? It'd take more than that ...plastic surgery perhaps.
C: Only kidding
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