Do you ever have mornings when you suspect that the ugly fairy has paid you a visit whilst you slumbered?
I think she attends to some more frequently than others ...
Hmmm, well she certainly graced me with her presence last night. Mr Brown would have felt aesthetically superior to me this morning.
My hair was a lumpy heap. The greys which are, it must be said, usually in the minority had obviously decided to fight back and not only multiplied during the night but were actually standing to 'LOOK AT US' attention.
Yesterday's mascara from just my right eye had somehow worked it's way messily down my face so I looked like a scary Pierrot.
My mouth had that sloppy look that shouts 'I've been drooling and snoring like a bugger for eight hours'.
My skin looked creased and didn't seem to fit properly.
Well, I don't need to tell you that I didn't hang around when I dropped the blondies at school at 8am. In fact I was a little tempted not to stop at all and simply hurl them out as we passed the gate. There was no way I was going to get cornered by one of the immaculately made-up and exquisitely-dressed mothers this morning!
Don't get me wrong, I'm not normally a just-got-up natural beauty at all. Most mornings I need a little cosmetic help to look daisy fresh but, my god, this morning I had my work cut out ...
Skip forward a couple of hours and a LOT of help from Messrs Pantene, Clinique, Benefit, GHD, oh, and gravity, and I am finally ready to face the day! Or what's left of it!
As for the grey hairs, well they have been temporarily flattened but their days are numbered. As soon as my hairdressers opened, I telephoned and made an appointment for a cut and highlights.
Phew, it's hard work being a woman.
So I think I might stay up all night tonight. Not to watch the election results but to catch that nasty ugly fairy in case she has plans for a return visit.
There are no pretty pictures or a moral to today's story, just thought I'd share it with you. Please say you have ugly days too.