Perhaps my age is beginning to show. I can already feel the eyes staring at me when they don’t think I am looking. I can almost see the little smug smiles and conspiratorial nods when I turn my back.
And I know what I thought I saw on Friday in the mirror!
What I know for sure is that only this weekend, my trusty barber Fidel, agreed with me for the first time that there was evidence of…of……….OF ……………..Oh God! HOW CAN I BRING MYSELF TO SAY THE WORD?…
“THINNING”!
(There, I have said it). ( 😦 I think I need a hug 😦 )
Right there, on the crown of my head!
Fidel claimed it is only mild and recommended that I brush my pompadour well back to keep it invisible.
Doesn’t this sound horrifyingly like that sure sign of sad-old-manistic behaviour…THE DREADED COMB-OVER!!!!?
Fidel said that there was nothing that could be done with potions or lotions! He said that I should make sure not to have my hair cut too short on the top from now on! He said if it got worse then he could recommend a few things but nothing was truly effective!
HOW COULD THIS BE HAPPENING TO ME! I am only 45 for pity’s sake!
My maternal grandfather had a full head of hair until his dying day so it could not be genetic. It must be something I am eating. Then it struck me…
I love a hot shower. Very hot. Luxuriating in a hot shower is one of my unguilty pleasures.
I googled “Does a hot shower cause baldness?”
It is perhaps a little disturbing that 194 000 relevant responses appeared, but I am now firmly convinced that my obviously premature “mild thinning” is nothing to do with my genes or encroaching old age, but because I have been broiling the top of my head on a daily basis for 40 or so years.
I am certain that if I now start showering with the showerhead well away from the, shall we say, “less luxuriant” part of my head then the issue will resolve itself and my flowing locks will continue to be the envy of men and women alike.
As I sat in that barber’s chair, my life in ruins, old age staring at me through the void, Fidel chatted away about his football team and added insult to injury by pruning, without even being asked, my nose hairs which now seem to be replacing the hairs on my scalp at an alarming rate!
At last, the torture was over and Fidel skipped athletically away to retrieve the mirror. He held it over the top of my head and I looked into the glass darkly…
I could not, I told myself, see any bald patch.
I could not, I told myself, even see a glimpse of pink through the neatly arranged tresses.
Perhaps Fidel was playing a naughty trick!
“Anyway,” said Fidel
“You are quite tall so most people cannot see the top of your head” he told me reassuringly.
Life is too short to drink bad wine 
Perhaps you need to acquaint Fidel with the family remedy before he gets busy with the clippers next time … Here’s a hint for those hairs you lack …
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Haha! I have heard this before. Never did I think it may have to be put into practice.
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Ah TJ, I once had a similar problem. Mind was caused as retribution to patting my father’s bald spot when I was a child!
As my own circle began to spread, I realised that the problem was not the area “sans cheveux,” but rather the stuff still growing around it! So the answer to not having a bald patch was to shave the whole remaining lot off.
Et voilà. no more “bald patch!”
Well it worked for me! Dookes. 🙂
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You just made coffee come out of my nose! Your excellent common sense offers a fine solution to this growing problem. 🙂 I hope you have a great day! 🙂
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Thanks, you too TJ.
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You need a restorative tonic and some cake!
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This is most excellent advice! Cake always helps! 🙂 Where to apply the restorative tonic is the issue.
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Start with a G&T! It should dull the pain and increase the creativity.
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The perfect tonic indeed! Now where did I put my Bombay Sapphire…?
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Just turned 50 and still coming terms with that. Luckily I haven’t had to deal with the dreaded bald spot yet, but I’ve already been asked if I wanted the senior discount with that purchase. The last time, I didn’t say a word, and I have no idea what expression came over my face, but the lady backed up as if I was going to come up and over the counter, saying “Sorry, I have to ask.”
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Many happy returns! (But maybe not to that particular shop☺) Someone offered me their seat on the train recently just when I thought I was looking particularly young and fit. The death rays from my eyes had little effect alas☺ we are obviously just so mature. Hope you have an idiot free day ☺
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