and the winner is.....
My goodness, you're an imaginative lot! If there were prizes for cleverness and humour (which there wasn't), we would have a lot more winners. Nobody answered all the questions correctly, so the prizes are going to be split. Pirra gets a reward for being the first to say it was MY hair from MY head. Lisele gets a parcel for mentioning that the hair was in a container (althought it had nothing to do with oinks, eggs or styrofoam). And the one and only Minister of Silly Walks managed to guess the closest weight (it was a measly 175g or just over 6oz for you old fashioned types). I don't think my page has got an email link on it but, if you winners know it already, zap me off a note with your snailmail address and I'll get prizes into the letterbox. Otherwise I will contact you with an email addy for me. Oh, an in case you were wondering, it all got lopped off to better treat the psoriasis on my scalp. I shan't revolt you with details or scare young children with photographic proof of my baldness. I will leave at unmentioned grossness with the disease and horror that I look like an old man without my hair.
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There are some shampoos that derms here can prescribe that really help... I had to get some last year and it made a huge difference. I don't think I had to use it more than 5 or so times.
My best gal pal gets that too. I remember at boarding school when I used to put this incredibly stinky black tar stuff on her grogeous blonde head every night before bed. (We sometimes call her the leper, between her funky head and the state of her feet when her eczma really kicks in, it looks like she has leprosy!)
I will email you soon.
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