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How to Look 30 Years Younger

Oh I am a naughty girl.  Do you know when people ask you (in all sorts of situations) to fill in a form?  You eventually get to the age bit -  20-30, 30-40, 40-50, 65+ that sort of thing.  It was a marketing thing to go in a draw or some such in a department store.

I ticked the 65+ box today.  The lady said.  ‘I think you made a mistake Madam’  ‘Oh did I?’  says I innocently.  I took another look and said  ‘No, everything is correct’.  ‘But your age!’  she said.  ‘Yes?’ I said  ‘Well, oh my goodness, you dont look… I mean, YOU LOOK BLOODY FANTASTIC!’   she cried.  ‘Well thank you so much’ says I, beaming.  ‘Stay out of the sun, moisturise and plenty of water, love’  was the advice I gave her, smug as you like :)   Oh I so hope this does not come back to bite me on the bum in 30 years time and I  hope I can still be saying that when I am 65+  hehe.

I am a pathelogical winder-upper (again, new word?) but funnily enough not a liar.  I am rubbish at that.  Find it too hard to do. Wish I could sometimes, it would have saved me a lot of , well…. you know.

So what’s the difference?, you ask.   I think deceit is lying and mischievousness is winding-up.

Here’s another one;  when I was a mere lass of around 15, I remember strolling through the town centre and being accosted by those Scientologists.  At the time, they used to offer insights into your psyche in surreptitious ways but now they offer ways to de-stress (or should that be distress?) you – in surreptitious ways. Same thing, different message.

So, as I say, I was strolling along, when one of them approached me beaming  and said… ‘Would you like a personality test, young lady?’   ‘I am so sorry’  I said  ‘I cant have one of those, I dont have one, a personality that is’    and blithely carried on…  I didnt dare look back. Eeek!

Is that lying?  I dont like to think so.  But oh dear; I know, I know,  its naughty; so why do I still laugh at these things? :)