I have finally found something that has made me feel my age.
For a while now, I've denied the fact that I'm starting to go grey, and my vanity has driven me to the salons to cover it up.
Now and again of course, I touch it up a little at home, as one does.
Abigail caught me the other day and has apparently decided I've committed a crime against humanity. She thinks I ought to let it go naturally.
I suppose it could look distinguished, but my pride has taken a great blow because of this.