Does This Happen To Anyone Else?!
Or just me? So, to cut a long and slightly gross story short, I decided my face looked too dry and dull, and buffed it vigorously with a flannel. Very vigorously. It was one of those mornings where I just couldn’t be bothered starting… anything, so I was slouching around in my ‘nightshirt’ t-shirt, jeans, and – after the ‘skin treatment’ – a BRIGHT red face. Hair was a mess. I felt safe; no one was due over, I had nowhere to be in the near future: why not buff and moisturise, then cruise into the day in style? Oh yeah, because Electricity Meter Readers just turn up, with no advance warning. AARGH. Here’s a self-portrait of me, this morning, trying to stop my overly friendly dog from leaping on the horrified Meter Man.
Actually, it’s even worse than this: I was wearing a dressing gown, too.