My body is slightly weary after last nights beers. I felt I had expelled the demons successfully. Today the mews came that my new bathroom will be started at the close of this month. Good news. Then it will feel even more like a home. I am feeling positive today, is my new haircut to blame? Nobody has given me a double take yet. I intend to keep it short from now on. I had put no product on it either which was very liberating. The last time I left the house without hair product on, I was 13. Then at Halloween I had my hair cut into the spiked style. It was on the night of Halloween that a bigger boy broke an egg onto my new bonce, cementing not only my hair but this memory into place forever. It was the older brother of Josephine Hammond, who was the new hottie in my class and was also new to the village. I remember not long after that there was a rumour that she had been defiled by a boy at our school. Looking back I hope it was false. 13 is way too young.
The eggy head did not perturb me from my door knocking and I went home that evening and vigorously brushed my hair to see orange dust defending onto the floor. 
It's strange what you don't forget.