A Flaxen Mystery.

I found a hair lying across my office desk this morning. It was blond and measured 21'', so presumably a woman’s hair. The problem is that I haven’t known a woman with blond hair as long as that since Sheona McCormack screwed up my perception of time and sense of reality back in 1995, and there certainly hasn’t been one in my house.

I wonder if it was an angel leaving me a message of support. Given my current state of mind, I’m prepared to clutch at any straw (or hair of the same colour.)