Goodbye to Bad Hair Days
A couple of months ago, I read an article which mentioned, among other things, the correct way to wash hair. I laughed, but continued to read anyway. Then things got interesting.
A couple of months ago, I read an article which mentioned, among other things, the correct way to wash hair. I laughed, but continued to read anyway. Then things got interesting.
Because a darn good belly laugh rocks more than my cellulite, it rocks the dodgy recesses of my soul.
We grew older, wiser and thinner. We learned how to budget and live within our limited means. We learned the fastest route to A&E.
Fundamentally, I’m a bleeding heart; entirely lacking the magnificent impartial professionalism of wildlife photographers who allow nature to run its course. I’d no doubt be fired for cheering the zebra and tripping the lion.
I’m exercising my right to state I don’t agree with justifying public exhibitions designed to provoke a reaction that may, predictably, also end in the death or injury of innocents by calling it ‘freedom of speech’.
This is not a book that has looked for data to support pre-conceived theories.