Micky Birnbaum is one of my favourite neighbours. She and I often encounter each other as we
walk our dogs.
Micky and I have seen each other on at least 1,500 occasions
since I moved here in 2006.
We saw each other again this morning, alongside our mutual
neighbour Betty.
Micky complimented me on my beard, saying that it suited me
well, and that she was glad that I had decided to grow it.
I told Micky that I’d had a beard since 1975. She did not believe me.
I told her a second time that my beard dated to 1975. She replied “no”.
After my third assertion of
my 38 year old beard, our mutual neighbour Betty intervened. She said “if
Michael says that he has had a beard since 1975 he must be right, after all
it’s on his face”.
Thanks Betty!
But it’s so odd that Micky (who I have known since
2006) had never before noticed my beard, even though she had seen it for at least 1,500 times.
Thereby is an illustration of the un-trustworthiness
of “eye witness” testimony.
(In truth I grew my
beard in 1975. I shaved it off in 1983
and hated what I saw, so I immediately grew it again, as a result of which I
was beardless for less than a month.)
I am so happy to be bearded. I cannot imagine my
chin sans hair.
Me darlin’ brother Martyn
and I are proud to be semi- hirsute Poveys.
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