It became prevalent this morning that Tim had clearing been thinking about the board room, when sleepily I woke to the declaration of imminent through man flu. Sadly he would have to die in silence, or at least out of my earshot, as I disappeared to try put right the negative effects 2300 miles of cycling can have on a woman's beauty regime.
OK, so as far as regimes go, I'm not really sure slathering Nivea morning and evening, constitutes one, and when I apologised to the manicurist for the state of my feet I felt like a farce for agreeing with the woman who chirped up to say this is why we were visiting the spa after all. I didn't have the heart to say this was the first and more than likely the last time I would ever pay anyone to go anywhere near my flippers.
When they looked at my skin under one of those funny lights (have the aliens just landed?) I felt mildly smug that even though my feet looked like they had just cycled 2300 miles, I in fact had brilliant skin. When I went on to explain I didn't wash my face or even understand what cleansing and toning was, she told me I shouldn't worry - beauty would be a hard thing to fit in when cycling such distances. I'm not sure she understood I didn't have that excuse for every other day of my life.
In a moment of horror I was then told she was going to perform some extractions. I had funny goggles on to shield me from the funny alien landings light and as such I had no idea what she meant by this nor did I have a medium in which to understand it until she pressed a funny object onto my skin to remove my blocked pores. I guess that 'squeezing spots' would not have been such an eloquent way to advertise the treatment.
4 hours later, Tim had somewhat recovered and I had some ridiculously neat nails and well massaged muscles.
Wednesday
17 years ago
1 comment:
Hi Beth,
Right with you on all this beauty regime or lack of. I too succumbed to some salon stuff on Hamilton Island after all the ruffin it. But why I ask you should we not keep up some of these Ester like pursuits, the extra bathing and creams, the ultra violet goggles and the ker-ching of the cash register afterwards. Isn't sunbathing such a hard effort, especially blending all the strap marks. At least whilst in action, out wild and ferral one could take the sun as its natural best, and I found the wet suit exposed my white feet where the walking shoes had covered them up.
I think Joanna Lumley is a nivea devotee, but then I believe anything I read.
CU both soon, xxx from Sydney Oz
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