Covering the grey

At last I’ve bitten the bullet. It’s bad enough for Xavier having such an old mother so I’ve decided not to go grey gracefully, but rather to join the ranks of women heading off to the hairdressers every six weeks or so. Having only been to a hairdresser less than half a dozen times in my life I will just have to think of all the money saved in the first half of my life rather than begrudge the expenditure now.
85mm x 130mm pen and ink