Long long ago my daughter said to me your grey hair makes you look old, old! says I; I've earned these, hmph may'be I should dye it pink I said,for a laugh (daughter hates pink)....thought bubble..... pink yeeees. So pink it was, it took three years to get it to its grand pinkness. But a dreadful thing happened my daughter had some friends come stay and unbeknownst to us one of her friends had some extra guests, happily living in his hair(most parents know about these hideous guests,but if you are not a parent let me say the dreaded word..lice). Head guests and dreadlocks not good,so I got my aunty to look into the matter, the news was not good. There was nothing for it but to shear the locks, for a while I turned into a scared elf and mourned greatly, especially when I discovered the aunty was wrong. After several weeks I let it go, the locks given a grand burial in the compost bin and life as pinkynomore began...
Oh Lovely lovely words. Love the title too. I keep trying to befriend you you lazy tyke. Say yes .... it's much easier for me to find your pictures