I'm not a shill, honest...

So...

Let's get more girly, shall we? I finally splashed out again on my soap. Oh, the soap. It's like moonbeams and rainbows. Well, at least, it's like something that smooths and moisturises, and makes your skin feel fabulous.

I'd been without for a bit, due to the rotten job situation.
Oh, how I missed it. I use it all over, rather than just for the bum and thighs, which kinda adds to the expense...

I've turned into such a girl about it. I'm usually a tomboy when it comes to skin and hair care. I found a shampoo and conditioner that works, so I don't change it. People gave me soap and body washes for Christmas (Oh, so many, every year!), so they'd last me until the next batch. No more.

I think I scared the guy in Lush with my worry - we walked in, I headed to where they usually keep it, and it wasn't there. I almost had a panic attack. I was clutching Matt, going "Matt? Where is it? Where's my soap? I can't see it!" (Remember that I said he puts up with a lot, yes?) Long story... well, not so long, they'd moved it, I was very relieved, shop guy looked concerned.

Don't worry, I've not turned soft. Proper update to follow.