Our Great Grand daughter Astrid who is now five, was helping her mother Amelia by counting her grey hairs among the chestnut ones. After a while she announced :- "I've reached eighteen grey ones, and I'm not going to count any more - I'll be here all day!
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Quite frightening how time flies by, but I'm sure the amount of white hairs on our heads must signify great experience and wisdom, don't you think?
Couldn't have put it better meself.
You wait till the Horner Baldness-gene cuts-in young Rough, you'll wish all your grey-hairs back in place; you mark moi words gal!... Sorry, scrub that... that only happens to we Horner blokes who missed out on the Trower's share of the hirsute-gene.
True, I think.
P.s. Although I've no complAINTS in that direction, meself.
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