Monday, July 2, 2012

Waxing lyrical

It's the countdown to Turkey time. Today saw me in the beauticians, poised for my leg wax.
Anyone who is squemish, look away now!
You know that awful situation when you really should have gotten it done two weeks ago, but then the timing would be wrong for holidays. So you hold out for a fortnight, and then you can nearly plait the hair on your legs, and .....ouch! That was me today.
But I held back the screams of agony by thinking about my favourite waxing story. In fact if I ever get to Graham Norton's red chair, this is the story I will tell. I apologise for reposting an oldie, but it still cracks me up......pardon the pun!