July 03, 2012

I'll have what she's having...


Today I had a bad hair day. Not the type when I forget to double shampoo after a Neem oil treatment, gaining the ability to style a bun without the assistance of clips.  Rather the metaphorical type where I forget to double shampoo on the day of a very important work appointment.  Furthermore, I strongly suspect that I had failed to remove all traces of my breakfast, which contained lurid green spirulina powder, thus adding to the image of something salvaged from an oil slick with a rather attractive algae moustache.  I left my notes in the car, mistakenly bringing a printout of raw food recipes; unhelpfully splattered with remnants of an overripe pear meets bag incident; whilst to cap it all off a colleague smugly highlighted an error in one of my early morning missives – blame it on rushed typing, blame it on autocomplete, but I clearly stated that I was going to “take up the mattress with my line manager”.   Small consolation perhaps that I didn’t sign off the mail “best fishes” or “kind retards”. 
Unlike Sky+ you can’t pause and rewind real life.  I can, however, pause and unwind with a gorgeous Dr.Hauschka bath this evening.  Having just read a feature posted on the Facebook UK Dr Hauschka page, concerning the sad passing of Nora Ephron, screenplay writer for When Harry Met Sally, it should perhaps be a case of  "I'll have what she's having.”  In the wonderful words of Nora herself…

‘And that reminds me to say something about bath oil. I use this bath oil I happen to love. It’s called Dr Hauschka’s lemon bath. It costs about £15 a bottle, which is enough for about two weeks of baths if you follow the instructions.
‘The instructions say one capful per bath. But a capful gets you nowhere. A capful is not enough. I have known this for a long time.
‘But if the events of the last few years have taught me anything, it’s that I’m going to feel like an idiot if I die tomorrow and I skimped on bath oil today.
‘So I use quite a lot of bath oil. More than you could ever imagine. After I take a bath, my bathtub is as dangerous as an oil slick. But thanks to the bath oil, I’m as smooth as silk.
‘I am going out to buy more, right now. Goodbye.’
From “I Feel Bad About My Neck”
 






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