Yesterday was our last public holiday until Easter. "Just settling back into it" is no longer an acceptable approach to work. The joy of summer has all but come to an end. To put it colloquially: sh*t gets real. It's around now that the excuses creep in and resolutions creep out.
The stubble begun to bubble and, once it had, it was the Internet which yet again straddled real life and defied any possibility that this face-bush-fetish would be just a flash in the pan. Beards begun to blip onto the Instagram radar, revealing their primal-selves to society at large and there was no shaving us once this had occurred.