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I’ve lost my hairy corona crown. Well, not lost. Parted with. Barbered. Six inch mop down to the regular 1.5 inches of a short back and sides. Sadly, not enough to move the bathroom scales. I can no longer pretend I’ve not gained any lockdown weight and it was all the barnet.
Trimming the beard led to the frightening discovery of more chins than when I started growing it.
Piglet took the loss well. A few dubious seconds, a raised eyebrow, holding The Chef tight. Then all was forgiven and forgotten and we went for a walk along the street.15 August 2020