Keeping The Dream Alive

Dahlings, did I mention I have just been to Paris?  Oh well, Paris now seems like a distant memory but I am trying to keep the romance alive...

Brain-washed by over-consumption of beauty blogs, I brought back some French pharmacy items (Me and Gwyneth, soulmates).

Avene skin cream, La Roche Posay sun lotions and the Bioderma make up remover that everyone raves about, except Mr B who had to lug the suitcase with it in

However, it is hard to keep the romance alive when you discover from the English section of the product literature  that the Avene Cilcalfate, lotion assechante, reparatrice (how lovely does that sound?) is meant for "Oozing skin irritations" - how typically Anglo-Saxon! So now apparently I have weeping sores. Nice.

Nuxe lip stuff, sets off my weeping sores a treat

I have also started reading this book.

 I got very excited when it mentioned the flagship store of  L'Artisan Parfumeur across the street from the Louvre - I clocked this the other day when in Paris - dahlings, did I mention I have just been to Paris? -  and Mr B had to keep a close eye on me otherwise I would have bunked off the cultural programme and hotfooted in there.

I put the book aside for a moment to gloat over my own Artisan P perfume - Rose des Indes...
But the smug glow of ownership did not last long - at that moment I noticed (after 2 years of liberal application to my person) that in fact it is "Parfum d'Ambiance" - Room Spray.

People like me really shouldn't be allowed out on their own.

Other members of the Blighty family have also been doing their utmost to keep the whole Paris experience alive: imagine my joy when I discover that while in Paris (did I mention I have just been to Paris?)Boy 2 has been wearing the same pair of socks for at least a day, a night (in bed)  and another day...... mmmmm, Eau de Trainers Chauds  And possibly "oozing".  Where's my room spray?


P.S. Grandma Whacker emailed to point out I had got my French wrong in my last post - it should be "puis-je" not "peux-je".  I tried blaming this on Boy 2 but he wearily explained that he said " Est-ce que je peux aller aux toilettes Madame s'sil vous plait?" - it's chanted as a singsong rhyme at breakneck speed by the boys as they leg it to the loos mid-lesson - their get out of jail card, so the only bit of French they take note of!!!! So thank you Grandma, now you have Mrs Merkel on Line 2, something about the Euro...needs your advice...

Watch it Mr Blighty

Setting the table to creat the right ambience is so important
and little extra touches really show you care

I received a most interesting comment from the wise and lovely Ms Faux Fuchsia yesterday, following my post which revealed my longing for a Rolex watch. Ms Fuchsia explained that if you blog, a Rolex will be forthcoming; she had started a blog, and lo and behold, Mr FF had bought her a fabulous Rolex.

I was beyond excited to learn this. I could hardly contain myself when Mr Blighty reappeared yesterday evening from a long day of meetings, wrestling with the difficulties of comma placement and the trying question of whether brackets have a place in modern legislation. But, wise wife that I am, I bide my time while Mr Blighty removes his dinner from the oven, having donned his bio-hazard suit and selected a medium hacksaw from his workbench in the garage with which to tackle his Marks and Spencer Chicken Kiev. I even let him carry out his usual nervous preliminary probing and dissection of said dinner before I broach the subject. (The poor man has never forgotten my far too literal interpretation of that British classic, Toad in the Hole).

“Mr B”, says I, “FF tells me now I am blogging I will get a Rolex: when FF started blogging, Mr FF got her one”.
Mr B grunts and asks me to pass him the pliers.
I press on. “ So, what do you think? Would that be OK?”
Mr B looks up, ponders for a moment and replies, “ Yes, I suppose so.”
Be still my beating heart! At last!
“Really, are you sure?” I ask excitedly.
Mr B puts on his special legal opining face and pronounces:
“Well, if some Australian chap wants to buy you a Rolex, fair enough, can’t think why on earth he would want to, but fine, go ahead, let him”


Mr B is now sleeping in the spare room.