Me and grandma had some great times together while we were looking after each other over the past year. One hilarious story is of when she had reached her limit with the restrictions at the time and had declared the state of her hair a medical emergency! Having shaved the boys heads months before grandma thought that was enough experience I needed to cut her hair. I borrowed Liams beard scissors, found a comb, sat her down in her bedroom with a towel round her neck and very cautiously started to trim her curly locks. I thought I did quite a good job on the back managing to keep it all a similar length but I wasn’t very confident about cutting the front. After faffing around grandma decided she was just going to get on with it (grandma do-y) so with fringe in one fist and the scissors in the other she just cut. Straight? No. Too short? Absolutely. We both fell about laughing in absolute fits of giggles. I was stressing that she had just absolutely ruined her hair whereas she was just pleased she was no longer claustrophobic by the state of her hair! We tided up and I managed to cover her in baby powder which set us both off again! She had some hair stuff that she was convinced was going to solve all the problems and to be quite frank it looked a lot better with the gel in than without! That was such a funny day and probably one of the last we both laughed properly laughed together ❤️