I found my first grey hair when I was eight years old. Seriously. I discovered it during a Maths lesson. I remember it well because Maths lessons generally saw me sitting at the back of the class, desperately looking around for something else to do other than concentrate on what was laid out in front of me. At the time, I found twiddling my hair to be far more pleasurable.
And so it was in the midst of one of these twiddles that I happened upon the hair, glistening in all its glory amongst the brown ones.
I was shocked, but almost peversely delighted at this very grown-up discovery. I couldn't contain my excitement and felt I had to tell the teacher. I remember the fact that she thought it was paint.
But it wasn't.
And then slowly I discovered more.
But not all when I was eight. Don't worry. It did take a few years.
And then when I was in my early 20's I decided to experiment with highlights and before I knew it, someone had referred to me as blonde. I looked in the mirror and realised that they were right. But hey, at least it covered the grey.
And then a couple of years ago I discovered a grey eyebrow. I was incredulous. A grey eyebrow at 33? I pulled it out.
And thought nothing more of it.
That was until, I made an even more shocking discovery only a few days ago. One which I decided to share with my husband as we were lying in bed.
"I found grey pubic hairs you know", I told him.
He looked at me, eyes widening, a frown forming. I think I may even have detected distaste.
Crikey, I thought. It's not that shocking, is it? I mean, I do have a fair few on my head, a couple in my eyebrows, and well, isn't that just the natural progression?
I felt rather affronted at his reaction.
That was until I heard his response.
"Who do they belong to?"
I almost wet myself laughing.
For crying out loud husband. Who do you think they belong to? The postman?
They're mine you fool.
I think he cottoned on in the end...
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