A few months back I was recommended
to use Olay foaming face wash for my sensitive skin and soon discovered that
indeed it was the perfect product. Would you believe it can only be bought in
the US, or so I’ve been told by a leading Chemist. True, Amazon did have to get
it shipped over. Now the leading Chemist has started to stock the rest of the
range, but not the one I want. Why not? Well, the leading Chemist doesn’t know.
What I know is that Amazon once again proves its worth. I ordered another two
bottles in case the US also decides not to stock it.
Shower time is when I get to work
on the beauty regime but this week I had other things to think of. I had never
reckoned on sharing my shower time with anybody, or anything, so I'm asking ... have you ever shared
a shower with a spider? Well, I can now brag that I have shared my shower with one that looked as if he knew how to move at speed. Mind you, I
didn’t know it was
there until half way through the washing process. My shower
is one of those that is fixed above the bath, which means I have to climb in
the bath to use it, consequently I have to be very careful how I get out. No
longer can I vault over the side pretending I’m as lithe as an athlete ...
could I ever!
So... I looked at the spider and
decided that I wasn’t scared of it. Well, let’s face it, I am very much BIGGER than a silly spider. Yes, I know it can move like a streak of lightening but
equally I thought maybe he was paralysed with fear ... which gave me the upper
hand, or leg as the case may be. After all I am very much taller than a spider.
I stood my ground and carried on showering, while the spider kept absolutely
still. I guess the warm water was soothing the poor little thing. Shower over,
I climbed out of the bath and only then did I wash the spider down the drain.
What I should have done was take his picture for the blog. Oh well, I can’t
think of everything. Talking of spiders... remember this?
THE SPIDER AND THE FLY
'Will you walk into my parlour?' said the Spider to the Fly,
''Tis the prettiest parlour that ever did you spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there.'
'Oh no, no,' said the little Fly, 'to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.'
'I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?' said the Spider to the Fly.
'There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!'
'Oh no, no,' said the little Fly, 'for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!'
Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, 'Dear friend, what can I do,
To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome--will you please to take a slice?'
'Oh no, no,' said the little Fly, 'kind sir, that cannot be,
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see.'
'Sweet creature,' said the Spider, 'you're witty and you're wise;
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
If you'll step in a moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.'
'I thank you, gentle sir,' she said, 'for what you're pleased to say,
And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day.'
The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again;
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing:
'Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple--there's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.'
Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
Thinking only of her crested head--poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlour--but she ne'er came out again!
And now, dear little children who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
Unto an evil counselor close heart, and ear, and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
by Mary Howitt
