World Cup Widow

Bloody football.
The glorious game, so my husband believes.
The other woman so I believe, in our relationship.
If he's not playing it, he's watching it.
He's still waiting to be discovered and he's 38.
Bless him.
Monday night, Glee finale, what were my chances of watching it downstairs?
Natch, Nada, Zilch, None.
So up I went and watched it on the black and white portable. (Figure of speech, I know we don't have sky, but we aren't in black and white...)
Don't worry ladies, I have quietly got my own back.
Last nights tea? Pasta with a vegetable sauce.
Tonight's tea? Quiche.
I am enjoying the fact that my red meat and two veg guy is sitting watching football eating quiche, when really he wants a burger or steaks.
Revenge is sweet.
So what's tomorrow?
Halloumi salad?
Something with chickpeas?
What do you think?

Beauty Tip # 359

Luckily beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as I am definitely getting to that age where the wrinkles are getting deeper, the heels are getting cracked and the hands are getting wizened. It's depressing. It's even more upsetting when your children keep asking you if you have a baby in your tummy. You don't. It's just the cookies, bourbon biscuits, Cornetto's and chocolate cake.
I do have one special beauty tip to share with you all...
If you sneeze directly after applying mascara you must look in the mirror before leaving the house. Don't go on the school run, stop at the supermarket chatting to several people, give flirty eyes to the handsome young man getting out of his Mercedes Benz, THEN look in the mirror to discover you have giant black blobs under each eye. It's not a good look but one that I was seen sporting of late. Eat your heart out Alice Cooper...