Shaved

So, here's what happened. Yesterday, before going in for the ISO 27001 audit, I thought I'd trim my beard (such as it is) so that I could dress smartly.

However, I had taken the trimmer to Edinburgh, thinking I might tidy myself up before our evening out at The Kitchin, and at some point the guard had come off in my bag. Thus, my trim this morning was, I realised way too late, actually perilously close to a shave.

As I surveyed the situation, it quickly became apparent that I would need to have a proper shave. And so I did, for the first time in I don't know how long. At which point my hair looked slightly lunatic, so this afternoon I went to the barber's after work.

I can't remember the last time I looked quite so clean cut.