My strimmer’s broken – and yes, I did replace the wire! This is the fourth one in as many years. I know they’re not expensive but what a waste! I’ve mowed the lawn but there is a definite unkempt look to the garden still which would have been helped greatly by the strimmer. I call it the bikini line syndrome. When the sun comes out bikini lines are the first thing that get tended to!
Men of a sensitive nature ought to leave this blog entry now. The others will tut and… less said, I think.
Now, on a personal level I have decided that I am going to go down the laser route. I hate shaving, waxing is sooooo painful and that sandpaper thing really just rubs me up the wrong way (pun definitely intended). So, the next option is ipl. Well, I made the decision and then realised something - while I wax, shave, etc at home, by myself, when it comes to ipl someone else has to do it! So, eyes glued to the floor, I explained to her why I’d suddenly changed my mind, despite having showered, douched and showered again. I’m shy when it comes to ‘that’ part of me. It takes me months to work up the gumption to see the nurse for my smear test and I have to do that. Of course the ipl lady thought I was a real nutcase.
So, the sun is shining and I’m going to relax, enjoy the rays and see how I feel on Monday. Bikini Lines all intact – mine through shyness and the lawn’s because I’d rather pull the tab on a fizzy drink than shop for a strimmer.