Trimming My Bush

I had a slight accident when trimming my moustache and consequently had to take the cheek hair down to the wood.

However, the hair left on the upper lip is so long, a bit like the Mr Pastry moustache - a reference that will be lost on anyone younger than me (but think John Bolton) - that it created its own scaffolding and can easily be swept to the sides and now, miraculously, manages its own erection without the need for wax, which pleases Hay no end, as the wax does have a habit of rubbing off on my pillowcase, making it look as if a tramp is sleeping next to her.