Spend the day with a headache, which cramps my style somewhat. Do go to the barber’s shop on Morley Street to have a haircut. The woman doing the cutting is conversational, so I have to break out my one haircut-related story (about going straight from waist-length to number one). Nice, though, and now I have short hair.
Headache gets worse through the evening. I do more maths. Factorisations. I assume this book is aimed at ten-year-olds or something.