When does one go silver? I don't know, so I continue to fend off the culprits with a box of "frosty chestnut" (because you're worth it or in my case wirth it) but, although the resulting colour is quite pleasing, and very close to my original colour...it looks like someone has hennaed a Jackson Pollock across my forehead. I guess this is why people go to hairdressers.
And just for the sake of oddness...how come nearly everyone who drops by here has connections with a very small area of the west of Scotland? What does it all mean? Hands up birthdays in April...
Oh...and the above is the first two panels of the strip but I'm off to play the guitar now.
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