Chhh-hhhh-anges

People often go away to ‘discover’ themselves. I have discovered I am getting old and have a couple of grey hairs. Don’t get me wrong- although a Taurean I am relishing getting older- I don’t feel like a loser if I stay home on a Saturday night and I now actually look forward to days where I don’t ‘have’ to drink. It is just that as I look at all the young svelte girls, I realise that I will never again be that girl that people take a second look at. Now, they only take a second look as if to say ‘I can’t believe she has teamed blue trackie dacks, red sloppy joe and pink ugg boots’.............
But, back to the grey hair- this actually came as a bit of a shock. I have enjoyed teasing my beloved for the past few months about his ‘pepper’ look, never really thinking he would get the chance to do it back. Last week, I took myself off to get back to my natural colour- blonde. I made a booking at the local Graceville Coiffure to have my roots touched up... you know streaks. Now back in Sydney my hairdresser would have known I meant foils, but as the hairdresser sprayed my hair and put talc in a cap, I thought what the heck- I haven’t had my head stabbed at with a crochet hook for years. The hairdresser even marvelled at what a good decision I had made- apparently ‘streaks’ last longer than ‘foils’. We were getting on well, she is going out with a younger man and we joked and laughed at the maintenance girls do to keep themselves looking ageless. I commented that my man had some grey hairs, but it doesn’t bother him or me. Ha- lucky I don’t have any. Then came the blow. Apparently I have two grey hairs, hidden at the very back of my head. I made her repeat this several times. I dare not look, the pain of seeing my locks turn grey too unbearable. No one else has seen them either........... perhaps they aren’t really there.............. what if she was playing a cruel joke?
But I am relishing the new discoveries that been away from home brings. I used to know every freckle on my body, every one of the six. Now as the sun damage becomes more apparent, I find new freckles with the dawn of each new day. Oh well, I could play join the dots for hours and wonder who’s skin this is. Dave is also noticing how different we are. Once brave enough to take on a jungle curry and win, he has been left suffering ‘downstairs’ for two days from a spicy thai dinner on Friday night. However, we have been savouring new foods and flavours, even trying a fruit called Black Sopate. Known as ‘chocolate fruit’ and native to Brazil, it has a texture of chocolate mousse and a flavour of chocolate! True! However, I did draw the line at the chicken and frog wontons, on our outing to Vietnam, I mean Inala. Dave ventured into the world’s best seafood shop and marvelled at the wonders of the deep. I didn’t get to see any, I got as far as the entrance before I had to ran for a bush in the parking lot. Dam weak stomach.
Must go- going to check out what bird is looking at me from my bird book. Yes, Kirrily bought me such an item. Old age certainly creeps up fast..............
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