On Tuesday my mum and I went to a local get together. Chin wag and a cup of tea type of event. I haven't been seen out and about much so most people there haven't seen me for months, and certainly not since my operation in September 2010.
A lady remarked quietly to my mum that my sister looks very like me. My mum, puzzled, pointed out that I don't have a sister.
Are you all confused yet?
She thought I was my sister. I look so different. Lost so much weight. Short hair. Dark hair. Instead of longish blonde hair in a bob, and very chunky monkey.
People walk past me in the street and blank me in the bank.
It is very odd.
It is very odd.
I HATE HAVING DARK HAIR. I have no problem with other people and their lovely brown or black hair. But........it doesn't work on me. I am blonde at identity level.
As soon as my hair is strong enough to get the foils out...........I will be blonde once again. But this time I will be a skinny minny. Let's here it for the new Cheryl Cole and Victoria Beckham shaped Jo ( well- perhaps not).
As Arnie once said: ' I'll be back'. I just can't wait.
