Chapter Sixteen
A Box of Red
Women expect too much from a haircut.
When down, we women head to the hairdressers with a ‘cut it all off, make me blonde now’ demand, or at least splash out in Boots. So, after the hospital visit from hell, I bought hair dye from the pound shop and cut myself a fringe while Puss stood in the doorway of the bathroom watching.
To be rejected by someone you put up with is bad enough; to be rejected when you are in love is painful beyond words. However, for a woman to lose her man to another man, the pain is indefinable, although humiliation and confusion do come close; especially when your man at one time, seemed inspired by a woman’s body, mine that is.
When Rodger first wanted to paint me I couldn’t believe it. No one had looked at me for years. I had not
