Browned Off

The last few days we have been busy sorting and packing our daughter’s possessions ready for storage in our garage.  Finally the last box was packed yesterday, although we still have several bags to take to the charity shop.

I found all sorts of abandoned treasures in Kat’s bathroom cabinet.  Paul tried to put them  in the rubbish bag but I wrestled some Kate Moss body lotion, expensive face creams and shampoos from him and put them in my bag.  For the last two mornings, just before we rushed out of the house, I applied some of the L’Oreal moisturiser  (for summer protection) to my face.  It was very rich and smooth, just the job.

Although we have enjoyed some lovely sunshine for the past few weeks I always wear a hat or sit in the shade to avoid any sun damage to my ageing skin so I tend to normally be quite pale.  This morning when I looked in the mirror I looked decidedly brown. I was puzzled.  Then the penny dropped.  I retrieved the ‘moisturiser’ from my bag and had a closer look. Oops, I should have got my spectacles and read the small print. It's a self tanning lotion.

Paul and Kat think it’s hilarious.  They say I will probably go darker by the end of the week.
 

At least the cucumbers are thriving.  We will probably be picking cucumbers before we manage to escape back to France again.  (If Marine le Pen gets elected tonight I probably won't be allowed back into the country.)