My flower girl hair was maintained by my Mum . When the A.A arrived, Mum had her work cut out for her because whilst at first, it wasn’t too bad because there were two relatively small patches, when the determined 11 year old refused to continue with the cortisone shots, the patches grew. Temple and Nape of scalp patch alike. It was like they were competing because it seemed like virtually overnight, they went from the size of a 5 pence piece to the size of ginger biscuit. Why a ginger biscuit, you ask? Because in the interests of thoroughly upsetting myself by confirming how dire the situation was becoming, I chose to hold up a ginger biscuit against Temple Patch . Now getting the aforementioned biscuit was not easy because: 1. My parents felt that sugary food was to be rationed to avoid unnecessary expenditure on dental visits. 2. My dad thought it was character building for us to watch him sitting on the steps outside the kitchen door as he casually ate his ginger biscuits whilst we finished our sitshwala and beans. We knew that to approach without making the appropriate preparations would end badly. So we would make sure we came running when called or sent to do something and gave him no reason to doubt our ‘good child’ status. Even then, you were more likely to get a no than a yes to ‘make you realise how hard life can be’ he’d say. On this day, it was not my day to have my character built. I got a biscuit. And then I wandered off into the bedroom to watch myself in the mirror as I ate my bounty. Whilst nibbling away, my eyes drifted to Temple Patch. It was obviously bigger, but how much bigger? Hence the biscuit being held against Temple Patch. And it was confirmed that Temple Patch was the same size as a ginger biscuit. This was the beginning of PatchWatch: The Series.
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