I do hope that wherever you are at the moment, the sunshine is beaming into your home, and that the somewhat parky edge to the weather is being combatted by central heating, thermal underwear or both!
Bless you all for your kind words and remedies – I feel I should document them all and write a book – shared royalties if it's a best seller of course! In fact I felt particularly excited having read the suggestion of a hot steam treatment, as it tied in perfectly with my friend Debbie's 50th birthday treat – a hot tub experience!
Not that I could fill the tub with Olbas Oil or anything, I just thought the nature of the thing would do my tubes good :)
Oh, and it wasn't just the hot tub. This is a purpose-built sanctuary for over-stressed and over-worked girlies like ourselves, and so we booked a couple of other things like facials, various massages and eyebrow tinting.
Debbie is one of my five girlfriends from the village here, and much discussion took place prior to the event as to our mode of dress… would it be de rigueur to travel in a taxi with PJs on and a cossy underneath? What if we forgot our underwear (some of us are older than the others), and what would we travel home in? I did point out to them that by the time we had quaffed champagne, been massaged within an inch of our lives and then soaked ourselves in hot water, I didn't think we'd honestly care!
I have to say I was majorly impressed with the set up. Behind a nice house in a normal surburban street, tucked away in the back garden, and beautifully screened with willow and bamboo was this pinewood sanctuary. And by that I mean pine timbers, not trees… so as not to confuse you! Like a Norweigan chalet, it housed a warm fire, luxurious seats, our very own dressing gowns and towels, and a large fridge! Perfect.
We had brought nibbles with us, just incase we got peckish in between treatments, so were all set for the evening. It was bliss. As there were two therapists we disappeared off a little like animals in the Ark in pairs, and then came back with glossy skins, soothed muscles and more defined brows. Bliss!
Tinting my eyebrows!
However, because some had booked more than one treatment I was left with time on my hands… and during a moment of bubble-filled enthusiasm (from the champagne not the tub), I elected to get my eyebrows tinted too..!!! OMG!
I have always had blonde eyebrows, and it was only at Alison Young's insistence that I would pencil them in. Even in the warm glow of the fire I could see my reflection quite clearly in the rather large mirror on the wall… Think Groucho Marx minus the glasses and cigar… yes, that was me…
Of course, in a situation like this the only answer is to drink more champagne, and believe one's friends when they tell you that you look fine. A different course of action however is needed in the cold light of day when a somewhat surprised looking stranger peers back at you from the bathroom mirror.
Flash bleach spray is remarkably good at toning the colour down when applied with a cotton bud, and although the manufacturers would NEVER suggest you use it for this, it was a case of needs must. I could see a slight improvement but not enough, and there's a limit to how much hair you can have over your eyes, and still safely see.
In desperation I paid out the princely sum of £13 to buy a 'Colour Out' concoction from Boots which is for coloured hair, and followed the instructions painstakingly… mercifully it worked (again applied with a cotton bud)! Well, it toned them down sufficiently to stop people saying "What?" when I looked at them…
I had hoped to have been able to have them on screen to show you, but sadly not even the hot tub could sort out my ailments, so I've decided to take some time off to completely recover – as some of you have been advising me :)
Do take good care , and make a note of all that's going on, so we can exchange news when I blog again
Much love and good health, Ali xxxx