As I recline in our basement kitchen, a fine tendril of spring drifts through the open window and tickles my nose. Such a vivid scent it imparts that my mind is thrown backwards, to days long gone, when life was a doddle and stress was unseen.

I see my youthful face and think to myself ‘Oh bollocks! I’d better have a shave’

And thus, another beard bites the dust

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