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polaroid of perfection
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: West Yorkshire
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Mum was telling me a story of a woman she used to work with who had alopecia. Even aside from that she had a difficult life, brought up in care, when she first started work at the Police Station the staff had a whip-round to buy her office clothes because she wore and washed the same thing every day. She married young to a man who had early onset Parkinsons and was simply looking for a carer. Anyway, they had a child, a daughter. Mum bumped into her while shopping one day and bent over the pram to do the usual goo-goo-ga-ga. And her Mum said, proudly, "And she has so much hair!" Of course a natural reaction from a Mum whose life had been shaped by patches of baldness. Then Mum said to me in gloomy tones, "And she did. Too much hair!" The way she described the baby was as if it was Jim-Jim the Dog Faced Boy! It really, really made me laugh. Which wasn't all that callous because we met said ex-colleauge and daughter, which prompted the story. And daughter was completely normal hair-wise. So it's a happy ending.
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