You go on about a few grey hairs like it was a disaster.
My hair went completely grey when I was 30 and so did one of my brothers'. OK, so I dyed it until I was 60 but then I decided to leave it to Nature and - it looks great.
I may be heading towards my 3 score years and ten but I'm always dressed by, at least, 9.30 and I always "put my face on" - even if no one sees it but my daughter and granddaughter. Slippers - I have some, I think they're in the wardrobe - and my dressing gown is a chocolate brown velour caftan.
Getting old is a state of mind. My body's cracking up but I'm damned if my mind's going to go into "little old lady" mode without a fight.
