Apologies dear reader for the lack of posting yesterday - the page would not let me update - it probably has some form of quality control inbuilt into it and decided the content of my postings is not up to scratch.
Anywayup, the subject for todays epistle - hair
As I nudge ever nearer to my half a telegram from the Queen I wanted to lament the fact (as so many have before me) that hair seems to enjoy growing on or out of every orifice excepting the top of my head.
Eyebrows grown at an alarming rate, hair sprouts out of and on ears, you could knot with my nose hair and I could probably shave 3 or 4 times a day and I will still not be a smooth kisser (of course that might be me rather than the scratchy chin)
So why is it that God has such fun with men of a certain age?
Over to you loyal reader
Peace and Love
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