Beard be gone — after 1.5 years

I grew a beard well over a year ago during the covid days — and there it remained until yesterday, when some rather inaccurate razor work on the moustache — lead to a clean sweep.

And then — I looked at ‘myself’ in the mirror and thought:

• Do I like how I look … such vanity!
• Damn … there’s a double chin there to see now … ego again!
• Is that me?

It’s been an interesting last 24 hours.

The reflection in the mirror startles and reminds me of a time before the beard. And I’m not sure how I feel now.

How silly.

(edit)

Went for a walk after writing this and a little rhyming ditty my Dad used to sing to me popped into my head.

Which made me grin :)

There once was a man named Michael Finnegan
He grew some whiskers on his chinegan
The wind came in and blew them in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan begin again

Courtesy of Spike Milligan