& tips from your side of the counter........
I've got no real friends! Oh, okay, well I'm not really in trouble
and I do have a few people I can count on but I am beginning to
worry. Let me explain. I've got the flu. Yes, I've managed to escape
the dreaded virus all winter and now that Springs here, Wham! You
know the story - flat on your back looking like Marleys ghost and
feeling like you've just done ten round with Mike Tyson. Your head
hurts, your body hurts, sore throat, sore eyes and a nose that would
put Rudolph to shame. A mess! So why is it that people insist on
visiting you when you're ill? Why don't they turn up when I'm looking
good, feeling great and ready for anything (Rare, I admit!) Many's
the time when I'm wandering around the house bored to distraction
and dying for someone to pop in for coffee so I can show them my
new lipstick or how well my nails are growing or even discuss politics
- anything! But no. The sadists who call themselves friends wait
until I look like death and can't talk due to the size of my tonsils,
(Maybe that a bonus for them!) But its not their inappropriate timing
that worrying me. Its what they bring with them - now thatís scary!
say you only find out who
real friends are when you're in trouble. Well, I'm in trouble
My Mum, God
bless her, was the first to arrive and to be honest there were
several welcome goodies in her assorted gifts. Such as tissues,
Lemsip and a good old jar of Vicks Vapour Rub. Well done Mum,
although what she expected me to do with half a dozen eggs and
a pack of Ryvita I don't know. Ryvita? With this throat? I donít
think so. And whilst a boiled egg and soldiers might have made
me feel better when I was five I doubt that it would work now.
And anyway I couldnít trust my other half with a pan of boiling
water (the kitchens not his natural habitat) and I just know he
wouldnít cut the top off for me like Mum used to. And what about
him? Well, I know I'm not much fun at the moment but quite frankly
his nursing skills are definitely more than a little worrying.
I mean the amount of paracetamol he keeps trying to force - feed
me would knock out the entire Queens Regiment. Never having been
ill himself (that's sickening in itself!) he's not exactly familiar
with modern medicine. I keep trying to explain to him that you
have to leave a reasonable gap between doses and that 'mix and
match' applies more to make-up than medicines but I'm sure he
thinks I'm just being awkward. His philosophy appears to be to
drug the virus into submission so I daren't drink the tea he keeps
bringing me in case he's substituted the sugar for something more
deadly. Not more deadly than his jokes though. I know he means
well but telling me jokes 'to make me feel better' just isn't
working. (Actually, I wish he'd clear off to the pub and let me
die in peace).
me. Sarah, with her long and descriptive stories of the time she
had flu. Although of course, hers was the Chinese variety accompanied
with mononucleosis and body spasms - and what didn't come out
of her nose wasn't worth mentioning! Except that she did mention
it. She kept mentioning it. Flu was quickly being overtaken by
dropped in with her offering of a bag of broken biscuits and Gillians
gift of an out-of-date Easter egg had be completely baffled.
And then came
Trudy. Now I thought I could really rely on her - I've known her
a lifetime. And she's known me a lifetime, so why on Gods earth
did she arrive armed with a six-pack of Marks & Spencer yoghurt,
a years supply of Lancashire Life and a bargain box of ten pairs
of tights? I hate yoghurt with a vengeance - absolutely hate it!
And if my eyes would stop watering I might be able to catch up
with who's who in Lancashire at the moment, but what the hell
was she thinking about with the tights? Should I put them on all
at once in an effort to stop the shivers? Pull a pair over my
head to avoid breathing germs on people who deserve them more
then I do? Perhaps his lordship asked her to get them in the hopes
that I'd cut off one leg and hang myself with it (save him buying
any more paracetamol!)
No, I've decided
that when you really need them, family and friends can definitely
be more of a hindrance than a help. In fact I realise now that
the only one I can really rely on in a crisis is my goldfish.
Good old Harry! Hasn't been fed in days, poor thing - does he
grumble? No. Did he bring me strange and unwanted gifts, then
expect quality conversation when my throat felt like sandpaper?
No. He did not try to end my life prematurely with paracetamol
poisoning and best of all - he kept his silly jokes to himself!
DID YOU KNOW - That if your perm is growing out and
you are left with curly ends and straight roots, you
can have whats known as a 'root perm'. Previously
permed ends are protected with plastic pockets or
a barrier cream and just the roots are re-treated.
DYING TO TRY -
Clairol Curl Control Setters. A new 'twist' on hair
rollers these are 20 wax filled heated rollers each
with a soft rubber surface which is kind and gentle
to the hair. At around £30 they are available from
Boots and other electrical outlets these supposedly
give softer more naturally tousled curls - a departure
from my natural tights ringlets!
If, like me,
you've struggled to grow your hair for what seems like ages, how
do you keep it looking good? Its true that long hair usually demands
more time and effort to get it looking fab so here are a few tips
heat styling to a minimum - if you want long hair with smooth,
healthy ends then heat is best avoided when possible. Letting
your hair dry naturally will be the best favour you can do it.
Always gently towel dry to remove excess water and remember,
drying in direct sunlight may bring out your natural highlights
but can overdry the ends, causing splitting and breakage.
- Be vigilant
about your conditioning - longer hair can easily become
out of condition so treat it to an intensive conditioner at
least once a month, especially on the mid-length and ends as
the hairs natural oils often don't reach this far.
chemical processing - Perms and colours have come a long
way recently but there's no doubt that they do take their toll.
They can dry out hair and alter its structure so do think carefully
before you make a decision and with long hair its definitely
advisable to consult the professionals.
it up - You've probably grown your hair so that you can
feel it floating around your shoulders but long hair can look
really knockout when piled on top of your head with long tendrils
escaping. Practice putting your hair up in lots of different
ways, its not always easy but treat yourself to a range of accessories
to help. There's a whole range of things available now from
scrunchies to butterfly clips - get your stylist to show you
how to use them most effectively.
- There will always be days when you want to give up and have
the lot chopped off but remember - even people with the shortest
of styles still have bad hair days. Have patience until the
mood passes, focus on something else to distract yourself. Put
your hair in a simple ponytail and use your favourite make-up
routine to make you feel special and keep reminding yourself
that it took at least six months to grow that extra 3 inches!