The wedding season is well and truly upon us. One of my colleagues is getting married tomorrow. She is marrying an ex-pupil of mine. And before you gasp in horror she is most definately not a cradle snatcher. This is more a reflection on my age.
The staffroom is a mine of information about the grooming process of the female race. We have endless discussions about the best means of plucking, waxing and tweezing oneself onto a semblence of a supermodel.
I wonder why the only two male members of staff have taken to spending their lunch breaks in the schoolyard discussing something called...the World Cup.
The weirdest piece of advice I got was about fake tanning. It seems to get the very best overall tan, you should turn your back to your beautician.....and bend over! It then gets into every nook and cranny and you have no white areas, absolutely none.
Is it just me or is that taking things too far???
Got my tan done this evening and I bet Angela, my beautician is glad that I'm prudish!!!