A Hairy Moment

So I am driving to worl, glance down and notice what I think is a 6 inch long blonde hair on my black trouser thigh. I pick it up thinking how blonde it is and then it happens....I realise it's GREY !I was somewhat paralysed by this realisation and it is a miracle I did not crash the car. I could not just ignore it or throw it away so I allowed it to rest back on my trouser leg as I continued my journey to work, glancing down every now and again to check that the colour hadn't changed....it didn't. As I parked, I paused for a moment before I threw it out onto the car park tarmac, just before changing the angle of the rear view mirror so that I could assess the rest of my head....well the bits I could see having contorted myself like I was having some kind of fit in the car !I realised that I would have to go to work even though I was in the midst of post traumatic stress. I mentioned to my colleagues my distressing find, only to find that non one had any sympathy, as they had all been colouring their hair for the same reason since they were in thier twenties. I really don't feel I got half enough empathy. How things change.....yesterday i was contemplating growing my hair as apparently married men always choose women with longer hair than thier wives ,with which to have affairs. I thought if I grew my hair I could become that woman for GASP, keeping him at home but now that my locks will be steely grey I think it might drive him out faster !
My hairdressing bills are about to treble, I will have to sit there until my bum goes numb while the colour is applied and cancelling my hair appointment will now be a crisis. 40 is tougher than I thought and I am only 7 weeks in !