Have I mentioned that I hate painting ceilings?
Patterned tin ceilings. That you have to dab dab dab the paint into. With undercoat, then two coats of colour.
I've done my room, Lizzies room and now I'm onto Lloyds room.
And while I've been painting I've been listening to the television. And I can not believe the shit that is on day time tv. And all those informercials. Does anyone even buy any of that stuff?
Today I was on the ladder painting and I started laughing so hard I had to get down.
It was an advert for a skin care range called meaningful beauty. (As opposed to the unmeaningful type I suppose). And there is a doctor, who is such an expert in the beauty industry that he is called the youth guru. And apparently he is so good that you can spend three hours sitting in his waiting room, waiting to see him. If you were so inclined. I guess he doesn't make appointments.
But I know his secret.
It's a melon.
A rare melon mind you. Grown in the south of France. With SUPER antioxiants. And they have taken these super melon antioxiants, and put them in a cream that you only have to pay a small fortune for, to put on your face.
And it's funny. Because last night I was watching Rick Steins French Oddyssey cooking show. And he was in France as well.
Just standing in the melon field, with a knife, slicing the fresh melon and eating it.
And he took a melon back to the farmhouse and he made a salad. With melon, tomato, bocconcini cheese and fresh herbs, drizzled with olive oil and balsamic vinegar.
And I reckon it was ten times, fifty times, better for your skin than any cream could be.
And even though I was laughing, I felt sorry for all those women who believe the hype.