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I had just finished slathering on my Extra Extra Firm body cream this morning and was about to apply my Extra Firm Face Moisuriser, when the door bell rang.
It could only mean one thing.
I threw on my robe and ran down the hallway.
On the other side of the gauze door was Barry, the local courier.
He has been delivering parcels for years, after he left the Navy in his 30s.
He has my total respect.
Simply because he must never know what he is going to find when he knocks on my door.
In fact when I think about it, he is the only man I know who has never seen me once with makeup or fully dressed.
Then again I don't know many people who ring door bells, unannounced, at 7am in the morning.
I have greeted him in my pyjamas, hair in curlers, face mask on, in tears, with bed hair, racoon eyes, you name it. Barry has seen it.
And I don't even know what his surname is.
But, ever the professional parcel deliverer, he never blinks an eyelid.
|I am in good company even exBritish Prime Minister's wives do it. Poor Cherie Blair - least I have no cameras in my face.|
"Thank you," I said, hoping it was what I thought it was.
And YES it was.
I waited for his truck to pull away before I let out an excited yelp.
To where? For what?
It all starts on New Year's Eve.
Guess. There are clues in the post.
I have never done this before. It's a first.
Tell me, when was the last time that you tried something for the first time?