Reading several articles about Botox lately has got me thinking about the subject, added to which (gasp!) I'm forty-two this year.
A character in an Oscar Wilde play once confessed that she admits to being 'thirty nine when there are pink lampshades, forty when there are none.'
What is it about the dreaded Four-O that has us women making a bee-line for the serum counter at Boots and queing around the block for N07's Protect and Perfect beauty range, in the belief that a few drops of snake oil will magic away all our blemishes?
My favourite is the Day Vanishing Cream, a name that has infinately comic possibilities and could prove useful in awkward social situations, as in, you make an embarrasing faux pas at a party, but never mind, you have remembered to bring your Day Vanishing Cream with you.
Rub it on and you just disappear for twenty-four hours... Or more more long-lasting results, use daily for several years , by which time everyone will have forgotten who you are, never mind
the faux pas...Problem solved.