On the way back this morning, we called in at an antique fair. Less furniture this time, more jewellery. And a stall selling silver that rather hit one in the eye. Silverware of any ornateness has tarnish in the crevices but this had all been cleaned to the rafters, with the consequence that it all looked brand new. I didn’t care for it. I like antiques that show a bit of age.
That reminds me, I saw someone I know in his 70s during the week who has always had suspiciously black hair. The other day, it was startling to see that it was light brown. Now, it’s certainly not fair that it’s okay for a woman to have her hair any colour she likes, and it’s fine for a young man to dye it any which way, but for an older man to hide the grey just doesn’t do it – but then, men aren’t aged by grey hair in the way that women are. The fairness in my heart says it should be all right … but it isn’t. I refer you to the last sentence of the previous paragraph.