I came across two photographs of me taken this last summer the other day. In these photos I am in one of them fat, in the other grizzled. This irritated me all day and then puzzled me. I’m not fat am I? Maybe when I breathe out or after a holiday great British breakfast. As for grizzled. The word is right. I am gritting my teeth in such a way so that the the veins and gristle in my neck stand out. I am looking strained and harrassed, not at ease. What are the lessons to bring away from being caught out as fat and grizzled? Don’t breathe out after a Bumper British Brexit Holiday Breakfast one, and relax to keep the grizzle at bay two.