I cannot believe how one simple comment which I would normally not give two iota's about put me in a low mood all afternoon. I mean really! Care factor zero. Why did it have an effect on me? The simple comment of 'You've died your hair again haven't you' - 'Yes' - 'Your hair will fall out'. Like it was a tsk tsk thing. Like I'm doing something naughty and bad. Seriously? After 20 years sunshine (and that's two years less than your age by the way) my hair has NOT fallen out. So leave me alone. Just because I don't fit your 'Chapel Street' ways and I'm a bit 'different' to the norm - I don't sit in a hairdressers once every six weeks getting my hair or roots coloured (blonde).

So Hong Kong Phooey to YOU!

Grrrrrrrr

Don't Judge Me.