Wednesday, 25 April 2012

I am my hair...?


So there I was, minding my own business lying in bed, when my wife finishes cleaning her teeth, wanders into the bedroom and starts to settle down. Just before she turns the light out, she looks at me:

“Tip your head a bit this way”
I’ve got my eyes shut at this point, but I compliantly move my head in her general direction.
There’s a short silence, then:
“You really are going quite bald aren’t you?”

Apparently, so she went on to tell me, she hadn’t really noticed before, but as my hair is a bit longer now (well, it’s still only a grade 2, but you can hardly have a grade zero and grow a beard, can you?) she’d really started to notice how thin I was on top.

Um. OK.

To be honest, it’s not really news to me and there’s nothing I’m planning to do about it. Thanks for bringing the matter to my attention though.  Love you!

The following weekend, one of my (bald) friends told me how had planned to get me some Regaine mousse as a joke birthday present in March, only to look into it and decide that it wasn’t really £60 funny.

No. But I wouldn’t use it if had been given it or even if it was entirely free. What would be the point? I know some people have their self-esteem tied up in their hair, but I just haven’t got the energy.

 I fret over a wide variety of things, but my hair isn't one of them.

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