I am awoken by Mrs NoL raving about her new skin conditioner, which she believes is taking care of several wrinkles that had been making themselves at home around her eyebrows.
“It contains a plumping agent, you see,” she enthuses.
I am married to a woman whose battle with weight has been an ongoing source of dismay for her ever since she produced our first child, 18 years ago.
She is now cock-a-hoop over a plumping agent.
I cannot think of a thing to say.