Like most 50+ women I am at war with my wrinkles. Every morning, as I brush my teeth, I stare aghast at my creased face in the bathroom mirror (probably shouldn’t use the magnified side). So yesterday, I attended an appointment with a qualified nurse who administers a range of wrinkle-busting treatments including Sculptra: injections are made deep into the skin which, utilising the body’s production of collagen, plump up areas of the face approximately eight weeks later. I’ve had fillers before (Restylane) without problem and I regularly have Botox between my eyebrows (always had a deep frown ever since I was a toddler) but feel wary of this technique. My sister had her cheeks plumped up a few years ago and the bruising was horrendous, livid purples, yellows, greens and blues. It didn’t help that the therapist’s face looked as if she was well on the way to an over-stuffed pillow effect. So, talking …
Monthly Archives: July 2011
Believe it or not we are experiencing a bit of a heatwave here in Cornwall i.e. there has been no rain and have been able to swim in sea without aid of wetsuit which is a relief as the latter item of clothing is like a cross between a condom and a Houdini costume with no means of escape without aid of rest of family.
Tried ringing old friend, fairly well known actress, who hadn’t seen for many years, clearly she did not have same memory as me,j of close, personal relationship and consequently had painful 5 minute conversation attempting to remind her of how well I knew her. Result we ended conversation with a promise to meet up in August but she would phone me. Clearly need to cross her off Christmas card list.
Eldest son is proving big hit with Youngest son as willing to undertake all sporting activities however only if …
Husband and I are off to Austria for a strict detox. This will be the second time we’ve done this together, although the first time we wisely had separate hotel rooms. There was only one room left when we booked this time, so God help us. Don’t want to be indelicate, but one of the founding principles of this renowned medical ‘spa’ is that everyone swallows a stoically Germanic helping of Epsom salts (or bittersalz) on waking each morning. Suffice it to say there are a lot of rumbling, gurgling stomachs in the restaurant at breakfast – not least because we are all surviving on 350 calories or less per day. Then a lot of hurried departures to the nearest loo. Surprisingly, we are not so deprived of energy that we lay stricken on our beds all day – most people are full of energy despite the enforced lack of sustenance and are out on …
Wow, what a trip G! Happy days!!
I am feeling so guilty about our recent trip to heat wave stricken Turkey that am now doing everything I can to cut costs, shamefully I’m pretty sure that I am way behind most efficient housewives and their cost cutting efforts. We no longer use our tumble dryer (very expensive) so I have invested in a clothes-dryer-stand-thingy bought for £20 and, assuming that it saves us bucket loads, I am happy with the purchase. My main bone about drying clothes in this way has always been that they don’t seem to have the same soft feel about them when dry, they always seem a little starched and horribly creased, however, a friend has told me that the trick is to put said clothes in the tumble dryer for 5 minutes once they are dry and you get the same result as you would have done after 40 mins …
Boy have they got some good music up there now!!!
Good Luck in your new world Amy.
Dragged youngest son away from Henley to accompany us to Cornwall, together with eldest son though the latter was looking forward to some peace and quiet away from the noise of London. Youngest son was not so enthralled to be spending time in holiday home which holds memories of many summers of endless fun and noise, the daughters, their friends etc., with just dull old parents and big brother. However in an attempt to be a good mother I have spent many hours persuading my two daughters that it is time for them to earn some of their own money so I can hardly complain when they chose to stay home and take on some part time work. It has meant that youngest son is one to suffer as eldest son is not known for his lively ways, mostly known for his horizontal position on the sofa catching up on missed sleep! HOWEVER it is …
It’s a strange time of year to be talking about skiing but that’s how I came to be in Madeira last week. Husband likes nothing better than to risk life and limb off piste and I like nothing less. So, after many years of slavishly following him to resort after resort, I decided enough was enough and that I would start taking the odd holiday without him.
The runway at Funchal – a daunting task
even for experienced pilots!
I was after sun, spa and strolls so, accompanied by a female friend, N, we jetted off and landed – rather bumpily/alarmingly – at Funchal airport. We found out later that it is one of the world’s most dangerous airports due to high winds and a runway that’s built out onto the Atlantic supported by 180 pillars.
We stayed high up in the hills overlooking Funchal atThe Choupana Hills Resort & Spawhich only …
I cannot lie so I have to admit that this weather is a bummer though I guess David Cameron and the senior executives of News International also wish that the sun would shine so that we would all be so busy soaking up the sun, going for picnics, building sandcastles, inviting our friends for al fresco meals that we would not be watching the news 24/7, soaking up every article in the newspapers and generally becoming an arm chair judge and jury. Yesterday I was in my favourite shop, John Lewis, queuing at customer collection, where they have a TV with BBC 24 playing, and I noticed that everyone was transfixed to the screen, hanging off every word that DC was saying. I thought he did very well, answering 138 questions, many rather repetitive ones, however the final word to Ed Balls was “Gotcha” – I haven’t heard that since I was in the playground …
Thought you’d like this little piece of fun:
The kids have all their little SMS codes: BFF, WTF, LOL etc…. so here are some codes for the more mature …….
ATD – At the doctor’s
BFF – Best Friend’s Funeral
BTW – Bring the Wheelchair
FWIW – Forgot Where I Was
GGPBL – Gotta Go, Pacemaker Battery Low
GHA – Got Heartburn Again
IMHO – Is My Hearing Aid On?
WAIIT – Who Am I Talking To?
GGLKI – Gotta Go, Laxative Kicking In!
Whilst Ellie sizzled in 40 degrees in Turkey and Grace lounged poolside, sipping cocktails in Madeira, Annabel went with Husband and his iPad on a mini break. However there was no sizzling, more like mizzling (mist/drizzle) with 45 mph howling winds and a temperature to match…..so you’ve guessed it, our mini break was in Devon. However it appeared at 2 p.m. on Friday that many others had had the same idea as for 2 hours we sat in a car park on what is normally called the M5, and when eventually we escaped, our sat nav had a brainstorm and suddenly tried to re-direct us back onto the motorway via a multi-storey car park. Once again Husband and I had the old conversation about the lack of maps in the car and with this a certain person’s sense of humour flew out the window. Sat Navs are like our children, when they go wrong the …
Back safe and sound from our last foreign holiday for a while; apart from a minor ear infection and one night of full on vomiting by the kids, all went really quite well, although it’s fair to say that the hotel room floor never fully recovered and the smell of cooked carrots lingered delicately for the duration. I suspect that the sickness had more to do with an over ingestion of wee from the hotel pool; consider the fact that 800 people from all over Europe (mostly Germans) were in the pool almost constantly as a consequence of the unrelenting heat, 48* by day and if you were lucky 33* by night, it was almost impossible to stay out of the water so the pool was bound to be used as a rather luxurious latrine at least by most of the children and it did occur to me just about every time I got in …
Jetting off for a girls’ break in sunshine tomorrow, so have today to: empty linen baskets of crumpled shirts and crusty socks, wash, iron and put away contents; pay storecard bills so I can shred the receipts (best if Husband doesn’t see them!); mercy dash to supermarket to stock up on easy-to-prepare food for Husband and teenage-crap like crisps for Son; pick up dry cleaning and post thank you letters; water the flowers and put away wheelbarrow which is lurking behind main flowerbed; frogmarch woofers into woods for a quick walk; shave my fat white legs; type up my holiday itinerary for Husband’s peace of mind; investigate Thai cookery course (I promised I would); answer emails, txts and ansafone msgs; oh yes. And, if there’s time, pack for my holiday.
Rinaldo and the dominatrix
Glyndebourne virgins that we are, Husband and I were delighted to be invited to see Rinaldo last night. On arrival all was so tranquil you could have easily thought the opera was cancelled; it certainly was not the usual bunfight you encounter at other alfresco events, where you anxiously elbow your way to a vacant spot to park your picnic hamper. Everything was super civilised, orderly and – well – plain grown up. It was a wonderful atmosphere.
After champagne and canapes on the lawn by the lake, we strolled through the manicured gardens to the auditorium for Act 1. The lead character, Rinaldo, a powerful and respected soldier, was played (unconvincingly) by a slightly dumpy woman (see above). I don’t think I was the only one squirming in my seat during the kissing scenes. Apparently the producers of Glyndebourne like quirky and this production definitely was, with St. Trinians’ girls, an …
We are currently abroad but like many others it will probably be the last time we leave the country for a few years; we shouldn’t really have spent the money this year but I booked it so long before the petrol crisis that it was really quite reasonable at the time.
Ronaldo has certainly made his mark here in Turkey; though not a cultural observation I can’t help noting how many men now wax their chests, pluck their eyebrows and most interesting of all, shave under their arms! BLIUCH! Imagine what our fore fathers would have made of all this preening, a quick underarm shave and chest wax in the trenches before the day’s military advances would have annoyed the hell out of most.
Not to say that our men are not entitled to do exactly as they wish, only I am just hoping that it might soon become fashionable for us gals to …
Ellie is in Turkey, Grace is off to sunnier climes and even my family are forsaking our beloved Cornwall and seeking out the sun elsewhere.
Grace has given us tips on getting your toes nails gelled so that they last the whole holiday which I am definitely going to try out and my appointment is booked. However if you are feeling a little pale and washed out then St. Tropez have brought out a new range, Naturals Radiance, and whilst I have not tried this product I have seen it on others and it looks amazing and does not smell as it has a 100 per cent natural and organically certified tanning ingredient.
More important than the tan, as they are so unfashionable this year, you need to take lots of beach reads. I think now is the time to bite the bullet and buy a Kindle as the airlines are charging more for your …
Phew! Feeling somewhat fragile after the weekend. Gorgeous moochy day on Saturday, very happily social all of Sunday. Anyhow, have gulped down enough Nurofen to make a baby’s rattle and so, after some rejuvenating pilates and now that the pills have taken effect, I have been looking through the marvellous gifts I was recently lucky enough to be given:Only 100 Caloriesfrom the fragrant Mrs. S. and another equally brilliant bookthat was given to me by the vibrant Mrs. H. a couple of weekends ago, The Good Food Guide 2011.
Not really but still singing the Take That song, The Flood, with that lyric………..’cos I went to Wembley last night with youngest daughter and her BF for the most incredible show. It was a piece of theatrical entertainment as well as a concert. I danced (jigged), sang (shouted out of tune), hugged youngest daughter, ate fairly dodgy, looking, over-priced burger and chips (scrummy) and generally got a real feel good factor and, even though I hate crowds, the walk back to the tube was so easy as everyone was in such a euphoric mood including the police. £75 well spent.
I can’t say the same for the £75 I spent to watch Tom Jones at the Henley Festival. I danced (to keep warm), couldn’t sing as he sang a load of new songs I did not know, was hugged by a complete stranger who was clearly under the influence of something, sipped extremely over-priced champagne, and …
Am jetting to sunnier climes next weekend. Anyone got a good book recommendation? Something that isn’t about deprivation, war, downtrodden Iranian women, being locked in a room with your son; and, not too long or a hardback (well, it makes your hands ache holding a heavy tome). Anyone read Dawn French’s new one or When God Was A Rabbit?
ONE: Woman doing post Body Pump stretches on gym floor while checking her mobile messages
TWO: Male driver in slow moving traffic, smoking a cigarette, flicking ash out of car window, immediately followed each time by short stream of spittle
THREE: Woman in wellies cowering under umbrella while watching an alfresco Midsummer Night’s Dream in the field next to the local pub (that will be me, later today!).
If you have a lot of teenagers/young adults staying as I have had over the last couple of weeks you may need some tips and tricks to get you through and here are a couple of mine:
1. When a mobile phone has been dropped in water or a cup of tea or was in a pocket when the said young person went swimming then a desperate plan is needed. Go straight to your store cupboard and grab a packet of rice, whilst phone owner is taking it apart as much as possible, and then sink all parts deep into the rice. The rice will draw out the water over the next 24 hours. Putting it in the airing cupboard or on the back of the Aga is not a good idea as all this does is create condensation which tends to creep in and destroy all the mechanics. This trick works even with …
Has anyone else out there had the good fortune of tasting this fresh Thyme seeded pellet (cookie), now incongruously attached to every Lurpak Spreadable 500g tub at a supermarket near you, hoping that it was a biscuit?
Pleeease……. I just need to hear one yes and then perhaps I might not feel quite so disgustingly greedy and misguided, because I have, yes I have tasted it, I shoved it in my mouth late last night in anticipation of the chocolate chips melting delicately in my mouth, only to spit it out with such force that the little thing could have knocked a mean Mike Tyson over all by itself. Melting delicately in my mouth was infact a combination of dirt, earth and seeds.
Thanks to Lurpak we can all now grow “Strong, trusty Thyme, champion of rich stews and punchy risottos” and in my case a little more middle aged and even more stupid.
So once again I am worrying about the weather as the skies darken and not simply because my washing or cushions are outside, though we have just lugged them all in again, but because we are off to see Tom Jones at Henley Festival tomorrow. The weather forecast is not promising and whilst my next door neighbour says take extra knickers (if I am to be a true TJ fan!!!) I think extra clothing and waterproofs will be more appropriate.
Last weekend I went to another summer party which was riverside and as it was Regatta Saturday, which is semi-finals day, the town was heaving and so the best form of transport is boat if you want to get anywhere fast. There were many Americans at this party who were desperate to soak up the atmosphere of this ‘Royal Regatta’ and I was loathed to pop their bubble and tell them that there was not …
For my latest birthday (not a good day, despite my Husband’s thoughtful intentions – just woke up feeling miserable and ancient) my marvellous mother in law bought me three wonderful, clever and generous gifts: a silk pillow, voucher for a CACI treatment and a book – Parisian Chic by Ines de la Fressange (coincidentally, previously reviewed on this blog by Annabel). Have read latter in one sitting and found new saviour. I am going to slavishly follow every word this marvellous French woman says in the hope that just a teeny bit of her sophistication and elegance rubs off on this decrepit West Sussex woman. Actually, cheer up chicken, I’m not decrepit, but am definitely having to smile much more in order to disguise the burgeoning facial wrinkles. Ines says, don’t examine your wrinkles when you are 50+, merely stand back and admire the general picture from a safe distance. What wise words. She has …
Thank God the Almighty Creator…… it’s over!!!!
The end of term for Country school could not have come a minute later, we seem to have been swept along atop the most powerful of all Tsunamis in recent weeks, exams, plays requiring costumes, outdoor experiences requiring meticulous attention to packing or guilt would have overwhelmed even the most hardy of mums. “Little Tommy doesn’t have his teddy/wellies/water bottle/suntan cream/4th T-Shirt/3rd pair of pants and it’s the first time he has stayed away from home!”.
Then there’s the tired and over-worked teachers/the odd bully/the getting up at 6.30am and not coming back from school till 5pm/school on Saturdays until 2pm and occasional chapel on Sundays, all of which takes it’s merciless toll on us, by the end I myself could take no more; apart from watching the children fall apart before my very eyes, the school gate syndrome completely does my head in and the experience day …