No Fool Like An Old Fool

I have had a hectic couple of weeks and with one thing and another life has getting me down a bit lately. I had an appointment to get my hair cut today. It hasn't seen colour for quite a few years. I gave up the blonding as I disliked the straw it produced. As Grannymar says 'The autumn golds have turned to winter snow'. I consider myself fortunate as my hair is quite soft and silky and not wirey as sometimes happens with the greying. In my youth it was a thick luxuriant curtain of auburn. Do any of you recall those heady hippy days in the sixties? Ah the memories. I digress. Rhyley and I were discussing my forthcoming visit to the hairdressers and she thought it would be a wonderful idea to have some pink highlights. Now who am I to argue with the wisdom of a five year old. I do have to explain we are a very provincial lot here in Northern Ireland so this is quite an event. My hairdresser and I laughed so much. My daughter was less than impressed. The words 'Mum you are nearly sixty' were uttered in horror when she saw it. This just added to the nonsense. I was so restored to my usual humour I don't care how ridiculous it looks. Rhyley is so thrilled with her Granny. I expect when I crawl out of bed in the morning it won't look so appealing. We are off to Barbados next month on our annual jaunt. I think this will go down a storm there. As the title says 'There's no fool like an old fool'