Books by Glenda Young

Thursday, August 31, 2006

The day my hair went weird

Woke up this morning and my hair looked perfect. I know, most odd. It normally needs a wash every day as I wake up with it stuck to my face, flattened on one side and sticking up on the other. But this morning, no. It looked lovely. It was as if the hairdo fairies had been in during the night and given me a shampoo and set. So for the first time in months, years, I went to work without washing my hair. I don't think anyone noticed.

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