It's been a while, so one must forgive me as we have been busy breaking She Who Must be Obeyed, almost cutting off a fingernail in a leg shaving disaster and wearing out Miss Marple. Add to that two colds, one pair of split trousers , some sick children, three paramedics on bikes, gas 'n air, morphine, one very strangely strung out temp and there is January, right there in a great big whacked out nutshell!
After the excruciating effort of re-cordinating the entire counter we had a much needed chuckle this week. Miss Marple had what she though, was a pretty easy request to match a lady up with a foundation colour. As ever she found the perfect shade and said,
'Okay, so you are forty beige madam.'
'I'm what?'
'Forty beige.'
'What?'
'Forty beige madam.'
'Are you sure?'
'Yes madam, you see it completely disappears into your neck, that's the best colour for you.'
'And that one is...?'
'Forty beige.'
'Really, that's it's actual name?'
'Yes, look here on the box.'
'Oh... Forty Beige!'
'Yes, madam forty beige.'
' I thought you were saying Foreskin.'
'!......?!?'
