For the last fortnight I’ve been combing my hair. It’s been enjoyable to see and feel the tousle be brought into a semblance of order, like a drill sergeant storming through a mess of new conscripts.

You can only work with what you have, however. Nonetheless, morphing my bed head from koala ears to George Constanza is pleasing to me and I’ll continue to enjoy it for a while because having kept my head shaved for the past decade, I haven’t had to perform the task for quite some time.

However, over the past couple of days I’ve experienced the dark side of combing – tangles. (Or as he’s more commonly known, Max Walker.) But for the moment, it’s a price I’m willing to pay. Until summer comes along. Maybe even then..?