Since leaving accountancy, I can say with gratitude and gladness that I enjoy just about everything I do.However, there has been one thing ... one irritating, time-consuming interminable activity which I have to grumblingly go through each-and-every day ... washing my mane!
I don't mind having a shower, brushing my teeth or gargling, but - oh the tediousness of mane washing!
Do any of you dear readers feel like this?
First it is the shampooing - TWICE - then the repetetive rinsing, which always goes in my ears. Finally the ultimate unending ritual of the drying.
When you have a neck as long as mine - what more need I say!
On the other side of the neck, our eldest daughter Nexi seems to find
enlightenment and bliss staring into a misty mirror, manedrier in hand.
She not only dries her mane, she styles it! 
Necky
Becky is grumpy about her own grooming, (apart from dying her fur
pink), yet surprisingly helpful with her baby brother. Littl' Nicky in
turn very conscientiously brushes his toy giraffe Goo-Goo.
It's
funny, isn't it, how an uninteresting topic like mane-washing can turn
philosophical. Take the whole concept of beauty, for instance. Is beauty
in the eye of the beholder, the eye of the beheld, or the mind of both?
My
glamorous sister, Nektareeni, obviously spends a lot of time (and
money) on her looks. I think she looks fine. Her partner Girth worships
her as giraffe goddess!
But for me, no one can compare with my Maureen. Her natural inner glow, her sweet spirit shining through her eyes, and that wonderful enigmatic smile ...
For Maureen, I wash my mane!
