Saturday, 25 April 2015

Beard Gate

I'm beginning to process the interactions I've had over the last week, with the grief and trying to keep busy I've shluft off a lot of stuff and am only now processing it... One item on the list was I had to collect one of the poodles from the clippers...

The lady who does the clipping, I've known her since 1989... So boy, teen and man... in 1994 I grew a beard...

So, 21 years... I've had a beard for 21 years....

She looked at me when I collected the dog the other day and said...

"Oh you're not growing a beard are you"

Go figure... Go figure.

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