I have this most unflattering style of seemingly random shaven bits. Something like patchwork. For a mature gentleman of distinction, such as myself, the effect is tantamount to making me wear a red spotted bandanna and gold ear rings. It’s not me.
Perhaps this is why the woman keeps me a prisoner in the house. I embarass her. Not surprising perhaps, but galling just the same.
Still refusing to swallow the tablets. The woman tried to deceive me with one crushed into my poached chicken this morning. More fool her.