Etched Behind Eyelids | November 2021
A Sunday afternoon up at Sutton Park.
Ed lost a bet with his students and colleagues. He said that if they raised £1000 for Movember this year that he would shave his beard off. They usually raise £300 or £400, so he thought he was safe. What he didn’t reckon on was a charity non-uniform day, or just how much his students and colleagues wanted to see him without a beard. The last time he was bare faced was 2009. He grew a beard when he started teaching for two reasons. First of all, because shaving every day is painful and I don’t like stubble. Secondly, because he was a very young looking 22 year old, and his beard helped differentiate him from his students and give him a bit of authority in their eyes.
Anyway, the beard will grow back, and that moustache thankfully only lasted a single day!
A visit to Painswick Rococo Gardens with Ed’s parents.
On our way home from Winterbourne one Sunday afternoon, it started snowing. It’s pretty rare for us to experience heavy snow in November, so it was a bit of a treat. It’s been another grim month in what has, overall, been a pretty grim year, and so every tiny moment of happiness counts double in my books. Anything that makes me feel twenty years younger rather than twenty years older than my actual age is very welcome.