So, nearly two months without the Beard.... how have any of us coped... least of all myself.... but already I digress...

Two months is a long time to go without blogging, but not a long time when one is attempting to organise a wedding, cope with building work, soort out a Scout Group, and move out of a house... seriously...

But the Beard is finally uprooting and heading for pastures new... on December the fifth, his tenancy officially ends (depending on the vagaries of the council, of course...)and he begins his new life as resident at the house of the Future Mrs Beard... and not before time, I hear some (if not most) of you cry... But worry not!!!! For the presence of the Beard within cyberspace will unfortunately be continued, as will his current employ... so the tramp like existence(part time) of the beard will be beginning soon... phew!

And of course, in true Beardlife fashion, delays and confusions have occurred, placing a large white obstacle in the way of his plans... that's right, for those of you who live in slightly less inhspitable climes, the snow has fallen on England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales, causing the annual bread shortage to happen several weeks earlier than usual.. and in that forgotten County which is Leicestershire, especially in the North West thereof, boy has it fallen... it makes the Beard glad that he is flying south, even if only as far as sunny Solihull.... now, the Beard has always been amazed by the public's propensity for buying bread and milk at the first sniff of a snowflake... personally, I buy flour, yeast and sausages... after all, bread and milk go off so quickly, and sausage sandwiches with hot home made bread is a far superior survive-the-snow foodstuff... but I digress.. or do I....??

Moving house, allegedly, is the second most stressful thing a person can do, trailing on the heels of a death in the family... styrangely enough, apparently the next two things are, in order, getting married and going on holiday... so the gods help anyone moving house to get married, then tying in the honeymoon with the funeral of uncle jack in australia.... But the Beard is actually finding it cathartic and soul pleasing... the very act of clearing out all the rubbish is something everyone should experience, both literally, figuratively and spiritually.... and the Beard has always believed in catharsis.. but then the Beard also believes in human nature and the power of vinegar, so what sort of judge is he...?? But, getting back off the subject, the Beard is really looking forward to finally moving in with the Future Mrs Beard...

Which basically brings everything as up to date as t eBeard ever is... hopefully, there will now be more time to update, and get back to the humourless randomness that is Wisebeard!!!!!it remains only to say that until all our tics are cathared, Wisebeard salutes you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1