We pick PD up on the way to the Pub. He instantly comments how good my new look is. The Fox instantly comments that I look like a mushroom. PD thinks this is no way to speak to me & says as much.
At the Pub, Fran & Den and Mr P all say good things about the new hair-do. PD then goes on to comment how the Fox had said I look like a mushroom. They, too, were put out and protested that I was nothing of the sort.
Personally it doesn't bother me. I agree with the Fox. I even take his words as a compliment, far more valuable than the rest. I had a mushroom look 30 odd years ago & felt it suited me then. It's a joyous & fun look, a bit cheeky as I can be at times. I feel it makes me look younger even though the mushroom is now silver grey rather than chestnut brown-red of old. I know the Fox loves his mushrooms, including me. I know he has looked, seen & appreciated. I can ask no more.
The rest were also bemused to realise that we were having mushrooms in yesterday's dinner, Suffolk pastry, a sort of vol-au-vent with a bacon & mushroom filling.
Maybe a mutual love of mushrooms is what keeps us together. Certainly a few jokey comments help.
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