...he doesnt want to go, funnily enough!
So.. Ellen has been stocking up on baby stuff. The last few months we've been on the receiving end of well wishers, regular deliveries courtesy of ebay and the
like. Personally I didn't realise so much stuff was required beyond the pram and kiddy clothes - how naive was I?
Anyway, E has been dealing with the bounty. It currently forms a mountain range on top of our wardrobe: Maternity Mountain. Soft Toy Cirque... [the alliteration runs dry after that..]
Some stuff did work its' way over to me.
Yes, its the stretch-mark cream (E is allergic to it)! It is a remarkable treatment for the soles of my horny, hobbit-like feet. The damage from hundreds of miles of walking is now been reversed by the coco butter which new mums put over their bellies. And it works too! No longer is the skin on my heels splintered and dangerous, it's soft and pleasing to the touch.
Kinda funny really. I laughed at the repulsion and horror in the expression of a gay guy I used to work with when we were discussing men's feet. Well, mine in particular (long story). At the time I was bemused by his use of foot moisturiser as an integral part of his grooming regime, it sounded like some effete metrosexual fad to me..
..Plus ca change...
A.
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