Hair today, gone tomorrow

I had my hair cut today, again; and it has been brought to my attention that I am ‘thinning’ on top. It wasn’t brought to my attention by the hairdresser. That would be just plain rude, no; it was brought to my attention by my workmates a while back. It is another imperfection that you just can’t have when you have work mates that are just looking to take the piss out of you.
I really am not that bothered, I have been receding for quite a few years now and it’s no big deal usually but this time is different. This time I have noticed it. Instead of just playing along I have actually noticed it today. What a heart breaker for me! She told me to lean forward so she can razor my neck and I could see far too much scalp for my liking. I can honestly say it has bothered me since, all day I have been thinking about it. Why is it happening now? Was I just far too happy with life that I had to be brought back down to earth? I think what makes it worse is that I have recently been on the receiving end of a ‘trendy’ haircut. A haircut if might add, that I actually like for once. It is bloody typical I tell you. For years now I have pretty much settled for a skinhead, every now and then experimenting with hair and then returning to the bald look. I was always telling myself that it is better with no hair if you are receding or going thin on top but that was when I didn’t really care. However, I now have a haircut that seems to suit me; lots have told me it does, but no; the devil farts in my porridge again and tells me I may as well have no hair because it is leaving my bonce at a rapid rate! never mind I suppose, I may as well make the most of it while it is still there. I reckon I got a couple of years of this (having hair) stuff so I am going to make the most of it. It is a shame as I am beginning to enjoy having my haircut down the barbers. My hairdresser girl is what you would call....err.... I suppose I can only class her as a chav girl. I wouldn’t put her down as scummy but you wouldn’t want her in your family, I have kind of grown to like her because she is so unwittingly stereotypical of the chavvy girl. She will ask me how life is at the moment, as a hairdresser should do. Although no sooner have I opened my mouth to reply accordingly, she has told me how things are not too good for her right now because her and her boyfriend had a row last night and she only had 5 hours sleep. I quote.
“It wasn’t even my fought yea? He was just acting like an idiot because I don’t like his step mother yea? She is jealous of me yea? She is half deaf...has a hearing aid in one ear and like really old yea? I think she is 40 or summit like that yea? So to im yea dat I aint sleeping round there no more while the step mum is around”
At this point her phone rung, I should have known that cutting my hair wouldn’t have got in the way of young love, she answered it quick as a flash and accepted his apology. Although he warned her to stay of his face book page because she is the only one for him and logging in as him to catch him out isn’t the way forward to a good relationship.
She garbled a load of other stuff without letting me answer any of her questions but I found it to be most educational. At least I know now that people can be half deaf!