Ooh blind man. That reminds me of my favourite joke.
Nun in the bath. Doorbell rings. 'Blind man... blind man,' calls the visitor.
Nun can't find a towel, but opens the door any way to the poor soul.
'Nice tits,' he says. 'Now, where d'you want your blinds.'
I'm only just recovered. Had people round for lunch and al fresco drinking on Sunday. They left at 10. DP was sick, and I shouted at him. Then woke up drunk myself. Had to walk, not drive, to DS's music class, full of toddlers hitting cymbals. He then proceeded to be 'challenging' all day, emptying every item out of every box on to every surface. Gah.
Re facial hair, have a good sprouting on the chin, as per original crepey thread I believe, but no tache, as far as I know. I had my eyebrows threaded for the first time at Christmas and it hurt like buggery. Did make quite a difference to the saggy old visage, however.