This is what in our family we call “Glasgow hair” – the effect of the damp air:
I hardly recognise myself because my hair didn’t used to be quite this madly curly. But I’m not complaining. The Dafter likes how her curls spring up as well. (Michael’s just glad to have hair, full stop.)
On Sunday a woman in church amazed me by saying, “I thought you were from the Isle of Lewis”. Because of my dark colouring and my curly hair, she said. Well, I do have a few great-grandparents unaccounted for, so who knows? Maybe there is a link there. Or maybe it’s just living in Glasgow!