So – I’m growing a beard.
This situation has encouraged me to go all Robinson Crusoe.
Having never sported a beard before, this lockdown has given me the opportunity to see how it looks, without having to look like a tramp when out shopping or nipping to the bank.
My wife isn’t keen. Sometimes I think she’s only with me for my chin.
It’s only been a week, but I think I may have left it too late in life, for this early growth, to look all Pierce Brosnan. Whereas I was hoping for a few flecks of grey, I think I may be the more crazed Saddam Hussein-in-the-bolthole type.