I'm hoping for a miracle

There's not much happening on the re homing front at the moment. The kitties are thriving and want to get out and explore the big wide world. I got the Dyson out today to clean the carpet in the passageway outside their room. As soon as I switched it on they all clambered up into the cupboard to hide, ha ha. It was ever so funny.

I have a new routine when I feed them and tidy the litter boxes. It's hopeless trying to keep them in their room when I do this, so I have blocked off all the exits in the passageway, and now they can run free while I sort the room out. They think it's great, they charge up and down having loads of fun. I usually take a drink in with me or something to eat, and give them half an hour of playtime. Pretty kitties.

I went to Hull today on the bus, especially to visit Marks and Spencer. My friend Carol gave me £20 in vouchers for Christmas, so I thought it was about time I spent them.

I popped into the YMCA Charity Shop while I was there, and found this brilliant bargain. A pair of boots for £1.50. They are in good condition, hardly worn by the look of them, and ever so comfy. The label inside says George, so they are from Asda. I'm dead chuffed.

Now, what did I get from M & S. I traipsed round the whole shop wondering what I should treat myself to. My eyes were skimming the prices, HOW MUCH !!! GOOD GRIEF, I'M NOT PAYING THAT, ha ha, Even though the vouchers were given to me, I still couldn't bring myself to pay their ridiculous prices.

In the end I had to give in. Even if I saved them for another time I know I still won't find anything to spend them on, so here goes, just do it. I am so used to buying on price, I do it automatically. I can't look at things in shops and think oooh that's nice, I think I'll get one. I just can't do it. My brain is wired up to think price price price before anything else, regardless of whether it's nice or not.

I made the decision. Spend ten pounds in the food department, and ten in the makeup. I even managed to get a yellow sticker, bananas reduced to 50p, ha ha.

You're gonna  like this. I've gone absolutely stark staring bonkers. There was a selection of face creams which are supposed to banish the wrinkles. Some were aimed at the 30 plus lady, some for the 40 plus, and the 50 plus. Didn't see any for the 60 plus, maybe nothing can be done for us older biddies, we are past it.

Anyway I thought I would conduct an experiment just to prove that these rejuvenating creams don't work. This pot costs £11.

Now what is it supposed to do. My mature skin certainly is losing it's elasticity, all over my body. I don't think there is enough in the pot to combat the wobbly thighs, the saggy chesticles, and the bingo wings, so I'll just have to make do with firming up my droopy face.

I'm a real woman, so I will copy their test. For the next four weeks I will religiously slap it on my mush, and see if I am one of the 75% with visibly smoother skin.

Just to show you what my wrinkles look like now. I'll let you be the judge.

My God look at those lines. There's more craggs there than in the whole of North Yorkshire.  :o( Toodle pip.