Many a slip twixt nose and lip

Now, I would be the first to admit that I am not the brightest button in the box, especially first thing in the morning. But I should be able to operate simple machinery. Two days ago I proved that I can't.

My beard gets trimmed every so often, when it starts to irritate, or something. I use a Philips-made, purpose-built machine for this. It has several settings as to length, from designer stubble No 1) to about three-quarters of an inch (No 10). I usually use setting 4. So I switched it on, made sure it was on 4, and took a swathe of hair off my right cheek. It seems a tad short, but, hey, it's on 4, it must be right. It wasn't til I took a substantial chunk of hair off my chin as well that I actually looked at that thing. Somehow, although the dial was showing 4, it hadn't moved up at all. So I did what I could to even it up and took the sides down to the Stubble setting anf tried to make the rest look less like the proverbial argument with a lawn-mower.

After a day at the office I was walking home, getting some pretty odd looks. I got home and actually looked at my beard in daylight in the mirror. The only think that went through my mind was "how come no-one at the office said anything?" They're not usually that polite! It looked rather bizarre. So the only solution was the disposable Bic razor. 

A small irony is that the church at which I am playing in about an hour (9am, Sunday 26th for me right now), its minister shaved his beard off for charity a month ago. I hope they don't think I'm taking the p.