Hair care

'Oh honey we have to do something about these grey hairs. They aren't doing you ANY favours,' Marcel grimaced as he ran his fingers through Astrid's fringe.

Astrid glanced up from her glossy magazine and focused on the face in the large garishly lit salon mirror.

At the smile lines around her mouth, crows feet at the side of her eyes and a sprinkling of grey through her auburn hair.

'No Marcel,' she said. 'My body is a canvas of a life well-lived.'

He raised an eyebrow incredulously.

'I like the salt and pepper. So just a trim thank you.'