As mentioned earlier, my Dorco PL602—a really excellent razor in terms of comfort and efficiency, though not so excellent in choice of materials (made to minimize cost)—broke when taking out the blad: the threaded stud from the cap had apparently become brittle and simply snapped with no pressure.
But one benefit of a sub-$4 razor is that one can have several on hand, which I do—mainly to offer to those who have yet to discover the delights of DE shaving—and these function also as spares. So as I unpacked I unearthed my little stash of PL602s, and today started a new one.
Mr Pomp evoked a fine lather from the vintage Yardley shaving soap, and the PL602 did its usual magnificent job: total smoothness in three passes with not even a hint of a problem.
A good splash of Blenheim Bouquet finished the job, and now for another day of unpacking and arranging. I’m noticing that moving involves a heavy amount of deferred gratification as we await completion of various things: the apartment as it exists in one’s imagination only slowly becomes a reality.
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