It has been rather serious around here lately, so I thought I'd do something really trivial and silly today!
There was a feature about grey hair on yesterday's Woman's Hour on Radio 4. Apparently dyeing one's hair is not the secret, shameful thing it used to be. Nowadays, grey hair is not a sign of wisdom and experience but the mark of someone who doesn't care about their appearance or, perhaps, has given up on life. Everyone is afraid of dying so they are staving off the evil hour with hair dye!
In case you're wondering about the odd picture, below, this is the only record of the minutes after baby Amelia's birth. I forgot to explain to the MM how to use the auto function on my camera and the picture is overexposed. However, it does illustrate that Amelia appears to have inherited my hair colour - our hair and the chair being the only parts of the picture to have been recorded for posterity. As yet, I haven't needed to consider hair dyes. You might notice a few silvers among the brown but not enough to concern me.
Ah, now you have it: "concern me". The language we use about our hair colour reveals that underlying feeling that grey is not necessarily a desirable shade. I don't know why that should be. My sister and most of my friends have been grey for years and I think they look great but I wonder if I want to join them.
Another point the programme presenters made was that the colour people choose to dye their hair is not, as it used to be, blonde but dark brown. Ironic, isn't it? I now look like a grey-haired woman who has dyed her hair!