For a couple of weeks now the lockdown in France has been eased considerably and, from this week, it will be further relaxed with bars and restaurants opening. Why don’t I feel like going out then? I seem to have become a voluntary recluse.
However, after I WhatsApped a photo of myself to my daughter last week and she compared me to this character, I have felt pressured to make an appointment with the hairdresser.
I think if I took a leaf out of his book and put on a beret and some sunglasses I could carry off the look for another few weeks. What do you think?