Well Eglantine21 my old grandma always reckoned kissing a man without a moustache was like eating an egg without salt. However, I had a beard when Mrs. S first met me, grown initially to look more grown up when I was appointed foreman to some really old boys at the tender age of nineteen, shaved it off to copious tears when first born was born, (some obscure pseudo-Dr. Spock reckoned it was better if the child saw the beard grow over time so they got used to it) and, because I think she would divorce me if I ever did it again, my neat goatee is now quite grey, but well tended and much adored by both daughter and wife. My dad and both of our sons also have beards and one of the grandsons is starting to sprout too.