Yesterday morning I made a to-do list; yesterday evening I added things to it. Things like:
go to toilet;
make cup of tea;
go to toilet again.
And do you know why? Just so I could cross something off my list and I wouldn't feel like such an abject failure.
Although one of the things on my original list that I did do was a waste of time. Read on ...
The hair on my chin is growing faster and more lushly than I am able to tweeze it. Having read Welshcakes' post about depilation I decided the time was right - nay, the time was now - for me to wax lyrical. I mean how hard could it be? How much could it hurt?
So I bought a kit in Sainsburys - where I could feel the checkout girl staring at my chin - and put it on the shelf for a week while I dithered and made excuses until the alternatives on my list seemed even less appealing e.g. ironing.
The answer to both questions is 'not very'. Unfortunately it's also the answer to the question I didn't ask: how worthwhile will it be?
Back to the tweezing then.
P.S. I like that word 'tweezing'. I made up another word this morning: snuzzle, being a mixture of snuggling and nuzzling, and meaning a longer-lasting nuzzle. And now I keep typing the word, I wonder if there is such a word as nuzzle. Of course there is. Isn't there? Isn't it odd how some words begin to sound peculiar after you've looked at them/read them repeatedly?