Rant Here.......

Never a hairy person I took delight in cultivating three long hairs that grew on the inside of my forearm - I even christened them Tom, Dick and Harry. It was rather strange that on my pretty hairless arm there where three quite long and thick strands growing where hair really shouldn't grow but I was proud of them. At school, I used to play with them by trying to run them between my fingernails so they would curl. Well, it was better than Mathematics! Over time, I grew quite attached to Tom, Dick and Harry. They were something permanent in my life and were always available when I was bored.

Recently however, my partner decided she didn't like these three tufts growing in a place where no tuft should be and she plucked them out... one by one she pulled them out. Don't get me wrong, I tried to stop her but she was very persistent and managed to surprise me three times. Upset, I was devastated! For a whole week I mourned the loss of my three loyal companions. And then, yes, it was Harry - or possibly Tom - he began to re-emerge. I tried to keep it a secret and would check him out in the privacy of the shower. I coaxed him and talked him through regrowth until there he was - one black wiry thing protruding through the skin on the inside of my arm.

But, it wasn't to last long. As you might guess, Tom - or was it Dick? - lost his life permanently just last night. I am in mourning again. And what am I to do now when I am bored? Well - I started this blog instead.....