I took more than 3 hours tonight trying to figure out how to fill out that darned World Cup Predictor thingy and drank two glasses of wine so I'm very unpredictable and shouldn't really post things but I felt such a fool today. After work, I went to my local 'beauty parlour' (doesn't that sound quaint?) as a friend had given me a voucher for a facial as a present. When I got there, the girl was very young and sweet but had a
very strong Birmingham accent. She took me into the treatment room and explained everything: how to lie upon the bed thing, tie back my hair, loosen my clothing around my neck and shoulders and . . . take off my knickers!!!!!

I was totally confounded. When she left me, I did all she told me but I couldn't understand why I had to remove my . . .
I swayed between taking them off and not until she returned and I meekly told her I was sorry but did she know why I was there? She confirmed that it was was for a facial so I asked her why I had to remove my knickers. She burst out laughing and said I was to remove my
necklace! Oh boy, was I feeling dumb?
And Mr Govangirl said it was just as well I didn't remove them and then lie up on the table and frighten the poor lassie!!!!
And no Ags, (bet you thought it was) it wasn't THAT story - that's just too embarrassing!
