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”.