When we were in Sydney last week Derek and I were eating a meal when he started to stare quizzically at my chin. His eyes narrowed and his hand reached out as he went to wipe something away, but then quickly retracted when he realised it wasn't food on my chin at all, but a patch of deep fried hair sprouting along my beard line.
He laughed nervously and said "I think you need to shave".
I laughed nervously and said "no sex for you!"
Today I am going to spend some time in the solitude of my car. I am not going to go anywhere. I'm just gonna sit in my driveway with a pair of tweezers and pluck every one of those rogue bastards out of my chin in the clear sunlit reflection that only a rear view mirror can give.
What are you up to?