Pulling a comb through my hair, I parted it slightly to the left, before trying a zig-zag parting. It was no use. Whatever way I brushed my hair, the pesky grey strands still peeped through. It was August 2003, just ahead of my 40th birthday, and as I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I knew it was time. I couldn’t put it off any longer. The day had come to start dyeing my
