169 161008 - My glorious beard

Those who know me will know that I have a strange kinship with my beard. I trust it, it trusts me. It never lets me down. If I need something to keep my chin warm, or to use as a makeshift comb for Charlotte's hair, I can always rely on my beard.

Sadly, it's a bit unruly; it doesn't like to be tidy. If it make it nice and neat in the morning, it's always bush-like by the time I get to work. When we get to this stage, I have to call on my beard trimmer. This week, the battery died on my current beard trimmer, so I've had to buy this little bad boy. I can't decide whether or not it's weird that I'm excited about this, but it's pretty damn cool so I think I'm OK with it.