It's my Grandmother's Birthday today so we are off to visit the venerable matriarch in Dorset. Her house is excellent fun to visit, especially because she has a forest with a stream that could be very honestly described as a tulgey wood. Thankfully the chance of Jabberwocky attack is fairly minimal, although we have seen otters and kingfishers.
Right, I need to shave because Grandmothers don't approve of beards.
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So, it seems you cut off the hair on the head, and commenced a growth on the face.
The birthday -- was it brillig? Was there slithy tove?
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