Invisible hair

I must be invisible. Since my hair turned grey, Mr.S has been nagging me to colour my hair again. So far I had refused, not wanting the slavery of coping with re-growth. This morning I tried on a pair of ear rings that he had given me for my birthday present. 
This aging  business is so depressing  and the ear rings weren't quite doing it, so to cheer myself up I took a leap in the dark with a hair colour which is supposed to gradually wash out.
Fast forward to lunch time when both S and son L turned up, ate their lunch, including apple fritters while they chatted about work as usual but didn't notice my hair. Why do I bother? 
Later on we will go to watch L's little son Max, play football. It will be tough because his wife will be there which means I will not be able to say a word without her telling me to shut up. Either that or she will stand as far away from me as she can so as to avoid me. This is the price I have to pay in order to see two of my grand children. 
I have every reason to be positive because after two cycles hyluronic acid in my knees, I can walk up and down stairs without holding onto the walls as I go but I still can't quite believe it. 
On Easter Sunday we had lunch with the other son and his family. I showed them a video I had made almost ten years ago on the day that Ricky was born. It was wonderful to see their reactions.