Oh God, no."What's that on your head?" asks my charming wife last Sunday morning.
"Hmm… I reply, looking in the big mirror in the hallway," looks like it's one of the dog's hairs."
I give it a tweak.
It is part of me.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
And, as my family gather round me to laugh:
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
I am going grey.
I am – henceforth – a silver surfer, and it's downhill all the way.
Still, there's always the free bus pass and the Viagra to look forward to.
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