I came home the other day to find some ginger hair in the bathroom sink and the house as deserted as the Marie Celeste.
Then Groover came home – he’d had to make an emergency dash to the local electronic store to replace his clippers.
Where’s your beanie when you need it?
He could have worn his wig of course.
And in fact did later that night when we went to a comedy fundraiser at the Hollywood Bowl(ing Club).
I couldn’t stop laughing as person after person failed to recognise him.
And the wig is sooooo fake!