Something About Mary

Sitting here waiting for someone to make me breakfast and just went to run hands through hair via forehead, only to find that my finely hi-lighted mane was stuck with something!  Pulled it all out and it came away in largish white chunks not too dissimiliar to how I would imagine people with a bad case of dandruff address their hairline each day.  Only washed my precious locks on Friday night, so am a little perturbed as to what this white flaky substance could be.  Am wondering if a sexually frustrated intruder made his way into my room last night (god knows I’d sleep through anything) and in case you are thinking that such an event might have awoken “The Pig” – oh no, ye gods, no chance of that, as I have been in child 1’s room since she moved out on 28th December 2008, due to seriously bad snoring (mine, not his!).  I was literally evicted from the barley white sanctuary that was “our” bedroom and have since slept amongst four walls containing hundreds of pictures of drunk (or stoned) teenagers, is it any wonder I have nightmares? and will she ever take her stuff? I doubt it, as I also left my bedroom in exactly the same condition, many, many years ago.  In fact I rang my mum the other day and asked her to bring up my Beswick Palamino Horse figure I had when I was 7, on account I saw one on David Dickensons Real Deal programme.  Mum said ”oh no, your brother took that some time back when I had the workmen in” – yeah I bet he did, the bastard.  

So the mystery remains unsolved, but my concerns still linger, especially as “The Pig” was whistling as he left for his morning run and I haven’t heard that for sometime now!