We were out this morning doing boring things like shopping whilst the house was being fogged. We wanted to be back by the early afternoon knowing Maggie’s Capstar tablets were due to be delivered and also to have our main meal between midday and 1pm as this is definitely helping with Hubby’s reflux problems.
So I’ve only done one post so far as I’ve been bouncing around my blog in between cooking dinner, washing up, baking cake and chasing a man down the road.
That got your attention didn’t it!!
Dinner was the first of a twofer chilli, we’ll have the other part tomorrow with a jacket potato and veggies from the garden.
Cake was another sponge as they seem to be working out quite well lately. I make them last at least 6 days (12 pieces), though it was so light today, Hubby had an extra slice.
At the beginning of the year, a young Mum rang our bell to enquire whether our notice on the door was correct and we didn’t want any mail order catalogues or door to door sales.
She explained she was new to the area and was an Avon (Ding Dong) representative doing the rounds.
I don’t use make-up or any skin care product other than Olay (my latest bottle is still over half full from our time on the boat), I don’t wear nail varnish, and I don’t use deodorants or perfumes at all now. She was certainly not attired like the above, but made a note that our house was not to be included in her catalogue drop, and I thought nothing more of it until today.
As I was beating the eggs into my mix (with a spoonful of flour to stop them curdling), I heard a ‘thwunk’ in the letter box and a white tee-shirted figure went flying past my kitchen window.
I was out there like a shot and annoyed to find a catalogue in the mail box, especially as there is a clear enough notice on it saying not to leave any.
I retrieved the book and went out on the drive to see if I could see anyone, and there was a guy in the road. I called out to him to ask if he was my Avon Lady, waving the book in the air.
OK, I fibbed, I didn’t actually ‘chase’ him, but I did get his attention and return his brochure saying he was wasting his time and please not to leave one in future. He didn’t seem very happy.
I used Avon products for years.
As kids, gifts like Pretty Peach shampoo and bubble bath were always in our Christmas stockings, and some of their talc fragrances were subtle rather than knock you dead pongy.
As a teenager, I worked with a lady who loved Avon’s ‘Rapture’. We called her Winnie the Pooh, as she had everything in the range, and wore it all at once. She’d arrive in a blue Rapturous haze, and we had to open all the windows. By midday, we were just getting used to breathing rather than panting, then she’d go to lunch and spray herself in the ladies, which was out of bounds for the next hour as there was no window!!!
Bless her. She was a sweet old soul but sadly had no sense of smell, seriously.
When I moved away from Poole, I was still a regular customer of Avon. They’d progressed into jewellery by then and lingerie shortly followed. Now they seem to do everything.
But times change, I found cheaper fragrances that suited me better (5am and Raffles both sadly no longer available), especially after my old favourites like Timeless were discontinued. Perfume is a personal thing and what smells nice on someone else (like Poison!) can stink like bleach on me.
I have a bottle of Oscar de le Renta like this which is 30 years old. Because I kept it in the dark, it’s still OK, not that I wear it anyway, and mine is fuller than this!