Well, Nook’s was back open today after its “revamp” to Nookingtons. There’s a hair salon in there now, and Timmy and Tommy, his irritating nephews, run the “home wares” department upstairs. I decided to have my hair cut, but it seems you can’t just pick what hair you want – you have to answer questions to determine what would suit you best.
So I have a ginger basin cut. Hurrah! I think.
And Nook wanted 65 bells for my turnips, so I told him where to take his crime-lord money. I’m sure he has a troop of West African slave children out the back of his shop churning out Nike knock-off trainers, you know.
