and baffle others.

I was just on the phone to my mother and she told me that she had been looking, without success, for a very long zipper to repair a much loved winter coat. Hickeys in two different locations in Dublin were no help (one was closed down, the other had no such zips). She eventually came across a place on Dorset Street near where she grew up.

It was called Ken's Trimmings.

I now have this image of Ken, an old gaming and college friend, now globetrotting aid worker, leaving behind a little shop filled with hair, finger nails and such.

I think I need to get out more.