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Ten days post-shave.

We’ve reached the end of the road.

This is the longest I’ve gone without shaving, and I’ve finally reached the conclusion that I can’t grow a proper beard.

I was so close to shaving it all off last night. Anna said that it’d look quite good if I could grow a full face of stubble, but it had gone past that stage and now just looked like I was failing to grow a beard. However, I pushed on to complete a tenth day.

As you can see, when comparing a photo of me today, to the photo of me a few days ago, growth slowed down and pretty much stopped.

As predicted, there were many comments at work today. Dave asked if I was up to speed on all the deals instore, and as I replied, he curiously peered at my chin, asking, ‘Is that deliberate?’

There were more comments from Seb and Anthony, but they generally involved the phrase ‘trying to grow a beard’ instead of just ‘growing a beard’.

I nicknamed it a ‘purgatory beard’. It was too long to be called stubble, but not yet long enough to be classed as a real beard. It was lingering in between, in an uncertain state, and probably would have continued that way.

Seb suggested that I shave it all except the moustache. I tried this as I was shaving, but I looked like a 14 year old boy from the First World War, trying to look older to get signed up. Forgot to take a picture, doi!

I think, in my head, I thought that eventually I’d look like this:

when in reality, it would have been more like this:

except maybe even more weird looking.

Anyway, it was fun while it lasted. At least I know for certain now that I really can’t grow a proper beard- a conclusion which I pretty much knew in the first place. RIP beard.