Hay took a surreptitious photo of my bonce when I was reading on the settee. She maintains I was sleeping - I was merely feigning sleep as part of a cuning plan.
You can see where the holes I had drilled into my head (following a bilateral, subdural haematoma after a bike accident, my bonce having hit the floor rather hard) have resulted in the hair turning darker. You can just make them out as four darker patches. It looks a bit like a bowling ball.
If I had holes all over my skull, perhaps I wouldn't be grey. It's possible I've stumbled on an anti-ageing secret!
I told Hay that when I kick the bucket she can use my skull as a candle holder.
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