Well, my day off has been spent in the main feeling sorry for myself. I was feeling a bit 'off colour' last night when I went to bed and by this morning whatever heinous bug it was inhabiting my body last week had returned with a vengeance!
PG was playing in a golf tournament all day so I set about fiddling with HTML this morning but my heart wasn't really in it and I abandoned most of what I wanted to do at about the half way stage.
This afternoon I took to my bed again, curled up in the duvet did more feeling sorry for myself and slept like the dead. The healing power of sleep seemed to evaded me though, I woke feeling worse than ever so ran myself a deep, hot, pampering bath and settled down with Ditto for a long soak. Ditto I might add, was not actually soaking with me, rather perched precariously on the edge watching, as is her habit when one or other of us is in the bath. I have to say it is slightly off putting, not that I display unusual levels of modesty where cats are concerned, rather that I have some reservations regarding the whereabouts of her razor like claws should she ever slip in!
So the bath was going well until I opened the new body wash I had saved especially for times of pampering. All thoughts of gentle soft bubbles where eliminated in one swift moment as I applied said potion to my body. I had not noticed when purchasing this luxury item that it contained what is marketed as 'exfoliating beads'. I hate exfoliating beads, they bear more in common with a coarse grade sand paper than anything bead like. Had I wanted something resembling those childhood grazes we all suffered at one time or another I would have turned to Black and Decker or Bosch.
Do I care if my body is weighed down with a layer of loose skin cells, do I care if I feel invigorated or revived?..........no I most certainly do not! What I care about is having a luxurious bath without having to spend inordinate amounts of time extracating a multitude of 'bits' from various unmentionable parts of my body and trying to relax lying on a bed of sand. So my apologies to all the manufacturers of generally overpriced 'luxury bathing products' but miscellaneous bits in my bath are more reminiscent of childhood scrubbings 'post beach' visits, administered by my mother, than a luxury hour or two of pampering.....and you can keep 'em!
Saturday, 28 August 2004
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I've never understood the appeal of exfoliation. I have two objections to it.
First, the outer layers of your skin protect you from infection. It's harder to infect skin that isn't alive. Just like tree bark protects the tree.
Second, every time a cell has to regenerate it has to basically do a "file copy" of its DNA. Every regeneration there's a risk of bit errors messing up the DNA. Some cells even have little counters built into them that limit how many times they can regenerate properly. I want my cells to regenerate as little as possible, so I don't encourage the process with exfoliation.
But then... I'm a guy. :)
DK: Interesting stuff. Is there anything you don't know about? hehe. You have convinced me, aside from the discomfort I don't much fancy infection or strange new cells! I'm with the guy on this one! :o)
If there is, I don't know what it is. ;)
:whistles innocently:
i do dave. one word. chickens.
sweetiesis, sympathies on yer tenderized self. american bikers call that roadrash. stick with the nice, gentle, good smellies,... NON_DETERGENT! my bestest's KId snuck out one nite where we were having a rather busy animated jucuzzi hen-party (SEE DAVE? BETCHA DIDNT KNOW CHICKENS LIKE HOT TUBS) with at least 5 ladies, several bottles of good wine and some toenail polish and ashtrays on a floaty raft. Anyway. the kid dumps an ENTIRE box of laundry soap powder into the full jets setting... within seconds serveral of the shorter gals had dissapeared entirely beneath towering piles of bubbles. ha ha ha... till the powerful caustic degergent began to seep thru bathing suits. 5 ladies fighting over 1 shower to rinse tender bits....and i noticed we all wore very soft very loose clothing for the next few days.
That a girl.... you give us something to read, and we will exfoliate our inner thoughts...... so, Dave do you shave?
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