I really ought to take care of that...

Well, I don't think it's escaped anyone's notice that the pinnacle of the romantic year is almost upon us. Valentine's day. Hmmm, dreaming about heart shaped chocolates, roses, poems with sublime naughty undertones.

But first - another vitally important ceremony which determines whether afore mentioned loveliness will happen...

The post winter moult. Yikes.
In nature this happens spontaneously and without any implements of torture (my carpets bear testament to this by my animal friends depositing little piles of fur and fluff all over). In my human world though, the defuzzing is a torturous affair that I take the whole winter to work up to.

And today is the day.

I have to wear nylon stockings tomorrow (yay a party!) now those of you who have worn real nylons before know how they ruche and wrinkle at the merest hint of lady growth beneath them. So ankles, shins, calves, knees and thighs must be silky smooth.

So I am writing this blog waiting for the soluble aspirin to take effect. Here's a tip if you are about to get your legs waxed - taking aspirin (if you can - I'm no medic - read the label and all that...) may help stop the redness and blotching - it does for me anyway. Then it's off with my hair!

I was thinking how lovely to be a character in a naughty romance - I have never had any of mine that I've made up or read about have to go through this ordeal (unless it's part of a saucy scene).

When I'm writing, my ladies are all fully prepared at all times, their legs all soft and smooth, for themselves or whoever they chose to run their fingers up and down without cringing inside thinking I really ought to take care of that...


Anyhoo, the wax is-a-bubblin'.

Thanks for reading, have a lovely day,
Tabitha x x x