Scary Hair

I don't have a lot of wisdom to pass on after 32 years' experience of life on this planet. But I do have one nugget of advice that just might help someone, somewhere.
It goes something like this:
If, one day, you are feeling a little restless and the idea strikes you that it would be fun to change your hair colour... Stop and Think.
Half an hour's fun with a 10-euro do-it-yourself-cheaply-and-easily hair product - a beauty treatment that neatly doubles up as entertainment for your two small kids, who particularly enjoy watching the rivers of red water stain the white bathtub as you attempt to rinse it away - is NOT GOOD SENSE.
Neither economically, nor in terms of pyschological well-being.

In the event, it is more than likely that, the day after this little experiment, you will be forced to hot-foot it to a reliable hairdressers, endure 5 minutes utter humiliation while staff and customers alike have a good snigger at your plum/violet locks, beg a trained professional to sort it out (offering to pay "whatever it takes" to obtain a less punky look), then sit for hours and hours having various things done to your damaged locks.
When you finally re-emerge from this ordeal, you will have spent a sizeable chunk of the month's budget, and you will just look "OK".
Not better than you did 48 hours ago, not pretty, certainly not better than you did in the first place, before the whole saga began: just "OK".

And the worst thing is - as those of you who have known me for over ten years can testify - this is not the first time I have learned this lesson.

There are no photos to accompany this post. For obvious reasons.