Marin has shaved off his "moustache"!!!!! He's been saying that he was going to do it for a while... we usually responded with comments such as "yeah, well it won't take you very long will it?" And so now he has finally done it. Only it took us a while to notice. In fact, we probably wouldn't have noticed had I not suddenly remembered that he had told us that he was going to do it and then peered very very VERY closely at his face to check if it was there or not. And lo and behold it wasn't (to be honest, when was it ever really there?!)

So there we have it. The "moustache" is gone. No doubt there will be another one soon... Felix has challenged him to grow a goatee over the Christmas holidays. For some reason he has accepted the challenge... maybe he likes failure.

Felix dragged us to a certain high street pharmaceutical store (I' m not going to mention it... you never know when you're going to get sued...) yesterday on the hunt for pregnancy tests... I mean hair products... oh no, now I have insulted Felix! I'm supposed to insult Marin, not her. The mean streak in me is just unstoppable!!!

Anyways, in the shop and we walked past all the shaving stuff and Marin looked at it with envy (because having to buy shaving stuff equates having facial hair... which he doesn't.) I reminded him of this fact and was then forced (yes forced! He grabbed my hand!) to feel his face... totally, completely smooth. My hand wasn't even scratched. If I run my hand across your face, if you've got stubble I expect my hand to BLEED!

I think that's all for now. Please see previous posts for the disclaimer and the amendment to it (I am not typing it every single time... Marin will just have to live with that.)

Till next time mon petit pomme de terres (petit pois is Eiry's phrase... can't steal that one...)