3 days ago I came home after a brief visit to a friend to discover OH had decided to shave off his beard, which he had had for over 30 years ( I use to keep it trimmed and tidy for him without any problems). I wouldn`t have minded too much except that he had missed a number of areas, and from left ear to right and under his chin there were obvious patches of grey stubble, not forgetting that the wash basin was blocked with coarse hair, and likewise the flannel covered completely. When I suggested that I help him by removing the spots he`d missed and generally tidying up the straggly bits I was firmly told that he could do it. OK, no problem I thought except he didn`t, and wouldn`t do it. He offered up every excuse under the sun -the razor was blunt (hardly surprising!); couldn`t find a new one (plenty in the bathroom cabinet!); the daylight was too dull ( put the overhead light on!); he would do it later (never happened!). So, here we are 3 days later with OH still refusing my help and I can not describe what he looks like, but it`s not pretty. Now I have just been told that he is considering growing his beard again. Oh please is all I can say, but I also have to smile.