WYSIWYG was a very popular acronym years ago and I’d like to think that describes me pretty well. There are no airs and graces, and I am literally what you see, lumps, bumps, warts and all.
Mum and Dad took in students after I got married, and one had a sister who was only allowed to come to this country to study provided she stayed with my parents. It was some accolade and a credit to them as his parents came over to meet mine!
Anyway, in keeping with the word prompt, she asked me what number my hair was.
A little baffled, it soon came to light she believed my hair came out of a bottle when in fact it was my natural colour.
It still is, though a lot more peppered now, but my sister has always been far from happy that I still have it, as she went white after having her second daughter in 1982. She has since played with various colourants ranging from pink to orange, though I think the latter was an error due to a conflict of chemicals.
This is me in December 2016, and my hair is still as long.