Duty Free

Needless to say that my "Clean and Lean" venture has totally gone out of the window today, I feel sluggish and I'm only one slice of spelt toast and a BLT off the radar.  Going to feel enormous by the time I get home, which is still, currently, only 40 minutes away.

So, back to fog watch.  The fog now, really does appear to be lifting, so, in a while, after 8 hours at the airport, I may finally be on a plane, to go on holiday.  I didn't plan to spend the majority of Day One at the airport, however, for as long as I can remember, my holiday begins... when I get to the airport... good save.

The only worry, (in my current, Terminal 3 shaped world,) is that the next flight to Heathrow has been cancelled, maybe the fog has relocated, what if it's engulfing my destination?

I have my iPod with me but I don't want to miss any announcements or drain it's tiny battery before I even leave the airport, really could do with some good music just now, music soothes the soul.

I had intended to treat myself to a new lipstick, gloss or some such prettiness at the airport, however, post cancellation... I lost the will to shop. 

It's now 13.35 and almost 6 hours into my Terminal holiday.  In an hour or so, I should have a gate to go to.  Really long day so far.

On my seventieth trip around duty free, to kill time, I spied something to pull me out of my buying drought and a slight case of the doldrums.  I'm a sucker for lip balm, as you probably remember, and I spy something that is relatively cheap and didn't even know existed...

Please be upstanding for Elizabeth Arden, Eight Hour... Lip Balm.  I was introduced to Elizabeth Arden Eight Hour Cream by my Auntie Nella, about thirty-five years ago.  (I am Auntie Nella's niece by default, not like she had a choice.)

Anyway, Auntie Nella came over from NZ when I was really young, my Mum's sister-in-law for about thirty years by this point, not my direct Auntie you understand but she got me anyway, think of me as a bonus.

Auntie Nella was an Elizabeth Arden beauty consultant for Choyce Miller in NZ and I would bet a darn good one too, she was a formidable lady.  So... it was Auntie Nella who brought with and bestowed upon my Mum, a solitary tube of Eight Hour Cream on that visit that I remember like yesterday.  That tube must have lasted for twenty years, it was like gold dust and we used it sparingly but use it we did, on bites, burns, bee stings, blisters.  It really is a wonder cream and now, there is a variation in lip balm, could it get any better? 

So I'm giving the lip balm a go.  I heard they had released a lovely new night cream, Eight Hour with Lavender, two of my favourite things, in reality, it's a car crash, I tried a tiny bit at a department store recently and I will not be buying.  However, the Eight Hour scent is as recognisable as the tube, so I'm giving the lip balm a go, for old times sake.

Happy to report that lip balm is lovely and lustrous and shiny, it's beautiful and moisturising and comforting, like... favourite socks.. without the moisturising of course.