Grey hair.
Bet you shuddered at the thought. The inimitable sign one is aging; a process that always happens to others never to oneself.
At least that’s what I thought.
There I was gazing lovingly into my husband’s eyes feeling all warm and fuzzy inside when out pops his mouth “gosh your eyebrows are going grey!”
I staunchly defended my eyebrows by saying that I had always had a stray white hair that no amount of plucking would get rid of and it was nothing to worry about.
With a certain amount of glee (rather too much if you ask me) he told me that my single stray hair had brought with it reinforcements, lots of them.
Lets just say the trip home was in relative silence dominated by the use of a rather nifty little gadget on a Swiss Army knife.
