I've discovered the joys of making soup with fresh ingredients and tonight I shaved my beard off.
If this is the extent of some kind of midlife crisis, I think I (and my wife) have escaped lightly.
I'm too mean to buy a Harley (and undergo taking the bike licence) too poor to buy a big red sports car, too cowardly to get a tattoo, too uptight to get an earring and too lazy to have an affair.
So beardless soup-making it is. Watch out, world.