FOWC with Fandango — 12th October 2018

Today’s word from Fandango is Beard.

Personally, I don’t like them, especially when they are being grown and the bristles are hard and scratchy. I wouldn’t kiss my Dad goodnight if he hadn’t shaved.
It was therefore a relief that Ex Husband had more hair under his armpits than he could grow on his face.
Ex Partner however took great pleasure in growing a beard every winter and scratching me in the process. It made me bristle in more ways than one and I hated it, which of course made him rub his face against me even more. Yuk.
Hubby is more considerate. He doesn’t have much hair on his head (my fault), and can go a couple of days without shaving before I’d notice any stubble.

I’ve already done a post on my late BIL who shaved his black bushy beard off and I didn’t notice for months.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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3 Responses to FOWC with Fandango — 12th October 2018

  1. colonialist says:

    I simply can’t believe that the missing face-fungus didn’t register immediately!
    I was showing some early yacht racing videos of me without a moustache, and it had the grandkids giggling madly.

    • I knew there was something different, and went through weight loss, are you ill, the whole shebang, but couldn’t place what!! It was truly embarrassing, and we joked about it for ages after.

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