Years ago, I used to get a decent barber's haircut and for the next few occasions, my wife used to "follow the pattern" with a pair of professional French hairdresser's scissors. This year has meant that, for the first time in perhaps in more than four decades, I've needed those scissors again, which of course were completely blunt. However, I've sharpened them so that they now cut evenly to the tips, which is great when I get at the accessible areas. It's not so good when the Old Dutch gets around the back, as, once again, my ears are in jeopardy.
My Worzel Gummidge impression is the talk of all Suffolk (at least, this bit of it), and the rooks fly away at high speed if they get a look at me.