Have a Little Haircut, Have a Little Bob

I read somewhere that places we like going to for a day out are our ‘hygge’ places.  Inverurie is one of mine.  A lovely drive through yellow and green countryside, past the big white bull with the most enormous balls you’ve ever seen.  Seriously.  The town itself quaintly triangular, with many independent shops.  Great for Christmas shopping, and the free car parking beside the Markies Food Hall.  I went on Friday, for a haircut and a cheering drive-past ogle at those taurean testicles. 

Inverurie is surrounded by several Pictish standing stone sites.  It is a market town, made more prosperous as a commuter town by oil industry folk, and has prices to match.  It is worth it though, to find a hairdresser who can cut your fringe without making you look like Bette Davis in that film where she murders her twin.  Sometimes, mostly when paying over the odds for a haircut, I miss those lockdown days of cutting your own fringe, guilt-free.  The camaraderie of the squinty hairdo bringing us all together. 

It is traditional to bring back news from the town; there’s a big new ‘Farm Foods’ being built around the corner from the Markies Food Hall.  Doubt it’ll affect them.  The cars are too big for the wee streets.  ‘The Edinburgh Woolen Mill’ is still there, despite three bankruptcy rumours.  I believe that to be a marketing ploy. (Allegedly).

‘The Green Grocer’ is still one of the few places in the shire to get Biona spelt spaghetti and Suma tomato paste.  They have many lovely over-priced grocery items displayed in pretty baskets and is a hygge shopping experience akin to farmer’s market wholesomeness. 

However, starting from now, I am forbidden from entering any Markies Food Hall until Christmas. 

My will to buy roasties is simply too strong.

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