That point was reached about a fortnight ago.
So, hair-cut time had to happen.
I think it is looking better; I'm not sure, because the hairdresser went to considerable effort to blow-dry it all smooth and neat, like a sort of helmet. Every time I catch sight of myself it is a bit of a shock.
I'm just off to wash it again (I washed it this morning!) so that it can resume it's normal wayward liveliness, and I can feel more at home with myself again.
Something like this?