I just caught sight of myself in the mirror.
I have herpes. Twice. That means I look like I’m doing a pretty good impression of the Joker.
My grey has finally rejected my hair dye completely and is stubbornly and proudly making a horrific appearance. As if that’s not bad enough, my thinning hair point blank refuses to be brushed into any even mildly orderly style. It can’t even decide if it wants to look greasy or dry. And I only just washed it.
WHOLE SHOPPING BAGS have attached themselves under my eyes and I look like I have hardly slept for a month. To be fair, I have been burning the candle at both ends somewhat, and suffering from only short bursts of sleep.
On the other hand, my skin looks as if it has been slept in for a whole week…
I’ve done the best I could with what I’m left with. I’ve attempted to yell, pull and drag my hair into submission. I’ve thrust my ever increasing girth into ‘nice clothes’. And I’ve slathered my face with that expensive cream my daughter bought me.
And I swore at the mirror!
Still, on the plus side, my husband still seems to approve.
Shhh! Don’t tell him he’s due a trip to the optician!