’M just off for a facial,” I called to Mr F. He looked over the bannister at the top of the stairs, horror written on his half-shaved face and I realised he thought I was having a face lift.
I didn’t have time to fully explain that you can’t just pop into Uxbridge for one, assuring him it was just a relaxing skin treatment using creams and potions. In fact it was being paid for by a voucher he gave me for my birthday a year ago and had only just found time to use.
Satisfied – he has a horror of Bride of Wildenstein surgicallyenhanced faces – he said OK, he would cut the grass while I was out. Was there a strange thought connection there?
It got me thinking about recent comments by a national newspaper columnist who said we shouldn’t knock women who succumb to such procedures. She then rounded on Germaine Greer who had condemned Jane Fonda for a lifetime of nips and tucks.
I have no problem with getting professional help. I value my dental health, get my hair coloured regularly, skin treated occasionally, and eyebrows groomed when they threaten to obscure my vision – but these