Grey Matters

So, I was conducting my usual work day getting up routine (which goes something along the lines of: Stay in bed until last possible moment - realise going to be late and panic - make coffee - leap into shower - dry, dress, wave brush at hair - gulp down coffee - run for bus) when all was thrown into disarray...

For those of you who have previously smirked humouringly at my 'I'm getting old' bemoaning, well, today I discovered my first bona fide ...grey hair...and it was not a joyous discovery! I say grey, but this thing is dazzlingly white - whiter than newly fallen snow, than purest milk, than...um...a very white thing (you get the picture) and not only that, but it has chosen to protrude in what can only be described as a jaunty manner across my forehead.

Which leaves me with the quandary of what to do next...do I pull it out, only to risk the myth that 2 will grow back in its place being true?? do I have to start buying 'covers grey naturally' hair dye?? should I just accept that I'm growing old (dis)gracefully?? Should I pay heed to P.G. Wodehouse?? Or should I just ignore it and stop over re-acting...?!