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The Mystery of the Travelling Hairbrushes

This is a household of five ladies and one man. We range in age from about five to forty four, have a diverse  fashion sense, varied interests and a host of other idiosyncrasies. We share everything...clothes, shoes, hair brushes, lunch boxes, TV time... yes, (nearly) everything is communal. Of course we have duplicates and triplicates of some stuff that is just precious and that is sometimes needed by everyone, all at the same time. One of these, more precious than gold type of precious, things is the honorable hairbrush.

Now all of us, sans one, have alot of hair to brush. Hair of varying lengths and varying textures. Hair that we sometime like plaited, sometimes put up, sometimes left to fly in the wind. But what can I say, how ever many hairbrushes we buy, however much we try and exclusively allocate them to individual members, they seem to have a mysterious pact. They enter the house, act all coy and obedient for the first few days and then they disappear, and they often take our hairbands with them too. We look everywhere. We turn into detectives and hunt for them under beds, in the car, in toy boxes, even inside shoes, but they evade us. We scream at each other. We blame each other. (The younger ones actually don't really care as they quite like avoiding brushing their hair in the first place!) And then like magic- no we don't find the ones just lost, but we find ones we forgot we had!

The mystery of the travelling hairbrushes- is it just our bane or is this a worldwide phenomenon in girlie households?




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