Youth Is Wasted On The Young ‘Cos They Don’t Yet Know The Horrible Alternative To It!

Hi Folks,

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Good morning to you.

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This unusual weather is continuing apace.

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Yesterday it rained all morning, but at lunchtime everything cleared up and we decided it was an unmissable chance to get the top down and go out to get some very necessary shopping, if we wanted to continue to eat something other than baked beans on toast.

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It began well, and there I sat wearing a vest, baggy linen trousers and flip-flops, enjoying the heat and the breeze playing through my hair.

That said hair now being extremely short all of a sudden, because it had been getting on my nerves lately.

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It is bad enough being an old bag, never mind being an old ‘bag lady’.

Unfortunately one of the many undesirable side effects of getting significantly older is that the condition of the hair can change drastically.

Although I have always had long hair I have had to accept that there is a reason why most older women have shorter hair….it is because it changes into something more akin to pubic hair.

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No-one in their right mind wants to have hair that looks great immediately after being washed and blow dried, then a few hours later, when you are not looking, spitefully turns into stiffer and bushier and drier stuff altogether.

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All you have left then is to begin clipping it up into some kind of topiary arrangement, as a large percentage of these unfortunate ladies do, and it is incredibly dated as far as I am concerned.

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So, after about two seconds of exasperation as I looked in the mirror, I cut it off.

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I then searched out a very bemused Big H and told him to tidy up the back as best he could manage.

It looks OK, and I would rather look a bit punky than like a sad hedge….or would that be a sad hedgehog!

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Anyway, to be quite honest, it is actually quite exciting to suddenly do something like that….but I have drawn the line at dyeing it red….that would be a step too far, and I don’t mind so much about my grey-stripey skunk look….. but I just hope that I don’t pong of wee yet.

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But perhaps I still have a few years before that happens, and the dreaded time finally comes when I need to begin laying on the lavender water with a heavy hand!

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Anyway, after that tonsorial detour, lets get back to that car sunny journey yesterday.

I have to tell you that the sunshiny window of opportunity was just a dastardly trick.

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The minute that we had parked and I was a good distance away from the car, doing a bit of innocent shopping….IT ALL CHANGED.

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It was just like magic.

The skies went black and then they suddenly opened to torrential rain again.

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Now, that neatly leads us into extreme sport?

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Me, trying to run at warp speed across busy roads, while my glasses are useless because I don’t have windscreen wipers fitted to them and I cannot see the proverbial bat without them on.

Doubly annoying to reach the safe and dry car, with a safe and dry Big H relaxing inside it, and then be told to try not to get the car too wet!!!!

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Bah!….Humbug!

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J,x.

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