I used up all the hot water last night and didn't have enough left to Eve Lom my face; boiling the kettle seemed like a hassle too far - I was wrecked and dying to get into bed. So I reached for my emergency facewipe stash. Yeah yeah go on, we all have one, even me. I rarely ever resort to them but sometimes gals, well, sometimes needs must.
So I wiped. My face seemed clean but I used an extra one just to be safe. I'll be fine, I reckoned, and headed off to the land of nod. Got up this morning and ambled into the bathroom where I jumped back in fright from the Alice Cooper-alike staring back at me in the mirror.
Oh, that'll be a fail on the cleansing wipes, so.
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Will I ever learn? Eh, no, probably not...
