Saturday, January 21, 2012

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swimwear cover up Un-sanitary towels cute pjs
I’m off on my hollibobbles tomorrow for a week. I have a terribly guilty feeling that I haven’t really been working hard enough to earn one, but not that guilty clearly as I’m still going and haven’t donated my place to a nurse or a home help or one of the checkout staff at Tesco. The only time our household ever buy new towels is for holidays. I rooted through every single inch of the airing cupboard today and our collection of vintage towels suddenly looked decidedly shabby. Great foot long threads dangled from them, as if caught on giant, hooked toenails. Suspicious looking (please let it be hair dye) brown marks were strewn in random fashion. I don’t know who it is who bathes in bleach at my house but every towel has great blank patches with no colour left â€" like a hard sucked ice lolly. The rest of the year I never scrutinise the state of the towels, I barely even look at them unless I know that someone is coming round who unfortunately at some point may need to visit the bathroom. For those situations I simply perform an origami style folding ritual to hide all the peculiar marks on the inside. It is also only when you buy a brand new towel that you realise the old ones feel like scouring pads. A brand new towel of course is totally unable to dry a single part of my body, it repels the water as if it has been scotch guarded, but it’s worth climbing into my clothes soaking wet to have some of my original layer of skin left after a bath. I have far too many bikinis for a week long holiday. I am going to have to set some kind of alarm and change at least thrice a day to get full use and to cover every possible combination of tops and bottoms. What always happens is that one bikini emerges as the biggest chick in the nest. Maybe because you get a few more ogles in that one, or you have never looked down after strutting round the pool to find a stray hair poking out of it, or your bum crack doesn’t gobble the pants up whenever you stand up or it is the only one that doesn’t fall off as you dive into the pool (there is nothing more annoying than doing a beautiful dive and then having to tread water for five minutes while you hoick rude bits back under lycra triangles.) but anyway, that one becomes your favourite and the others remain in a pile on the bed with plastic sticky thing still stuck in the gusset. Don’t think that men don’t have problems too in swimwear. There is nothing more pleasing than watching a man get in the pool and have his shorts inflate around him. Then when he climbs out his most vulnerable moment arrives as the water drains and the material draws tightly to his bulges, like a vacuum packed leg of lamb, or maybe and more realistically a frankfurter. I get up at 6am to get a sun bed by the pool steps.
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