like when you are told you look younger than you are.
just as i was desperately trying to steal an extra half hour in bed, early this morning, my pal rj wakes me up to say that while discussing hair lengths with dee, her 10-year-old, my name popped up; apparentlyshort hair makes people look younger, and dee thought i was a good case in point. i am sure the fact that she is very fond of her ‘young’ aunty has not coloured her view.
what a soothing salve to a soul that’s tortured by premature ageing thanks to plenty of greys (that i am refusing to colour), an extra 30kgs (that i’m struggling to lose) and work stress (that i seem to be psychotically enjoying).
wake me up anytime baby, anytime…