Here's a picture of Lou that hotfooted it from the villa where he was staying earlier in the week. It serves to illustrate three things that we don't have in common. I would never, ever wear a onesie, especially not a fluffy one with ears. As well as being the type of nocturnal garb that could condemn me to singleton status for evermore it would make night time trips to the toilet a right royal pallaver. Secondly I do not need 'Clothie', a relic from baby days, to help me sleep. That's the greying, grubby and, dare I say, smelly muslin square that you can see below his left hand. I've written before about what happens when I wrestle 'him' (for Clothie has a sex!) away from Louis for detoxification in the washing machine. The final difference that I'm going to point out is a source of great envy. Do you see those much admired eyelashes that my son has? Even from a distance they look amazingly long and thick. A camel would be proud of them. Whereas mine are stubby and insignificant and seem to be becoming more so with the ageing process. Sob! Go lookie at my make up free self to see what I mean.
I was resigned to doing nothing. After all there are more important things in the big wide world to be fretting over. Then a friend mentioned this stuff. Rapid Lash Serum, that she's successfully tried and tested, is really easy to apply, conditions the lashes and apparently makes them longer and thicker. . What have I got to lose except £22.50! This is not something that happens overnight and I'm told that it'll take about a month before I see visible results. I'll report back and let you know, after this time, whether I can compete with the local Devon Red heifers in eyelash terms!