I really like my hairdresser. She's the same age as me and we have the same experiences and cultural references. She also bought a wreck of a house two years ago and we compare where we are up to and give each other tips and names of stockists.
I did like my hairdresser.
It used to be a treat.
Yesterday, whilst blow drying my hair there was a sharp intake of breath and a
"What? What?" I thought
"You've got a great big grey hair!" she cried (loud enough for everyone in the salon to hear and look round) and she held up one of my longest hairs. Yep, it looked a bit crinkly and definitely grey.
So, she didn't break it to me gently.
Not '"a little grey hair".
Not, "I think this might be a grey one".
No, a "great, big grey hair".
Her tip quickly diminished.
So this week I've had anti-wrinkle cream, hot flushes and a grey hair!
Really looking forward to my birthday soon!