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Thursday, 30 March 2017

Darn online security!

For some reason Blogger locked me out and I couldn't get back in... because I just couldn't remember what login I use. It's old age, that's what it is. I disguise it with fantastic makeup. Well, something like that.

Talking of makeup...

I wanted to say that after 3 years of this eczema ruining my face, especially after using soap or sunscreen or indeed makeup, after the last trip out in full slap (see previous post), my face was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Up to now I have had to get myself tanked up on antihistamines, anti-inflammatories and immunosuppressants for some days to combat the resultant flareup. But the days after the last trip, nothing, nix, nada. No medication necessary, apart from my prescription goo for washing my face. 

It's a little sore this week but I am going out with the girls in London tonight, some of whom I haven't seen for those 3 years. Hope to write up about it at the weekend. And hope that, as last time, nothing bad happens to my face.

Sue x

Saturday, 4 March 2017

And out again!

Joy! It seems almost miraculous that after three years of battling this skin problem I was so much less troubled by my medicine-as-foundation makeup regime last week. Yes, I was sore for a couple of days after my ten hours in makeup last Saturday, but nothing like the swelling and the cracked and weeping skin and other horrors that I have experienced before.

So I thought I'd try it again and duly used the same makeup and medicine combination and went out again, this time to Oxford Street to shop. I particularly wanted some Mac powder to match the Studio Tech foundation I am using, which I duly found after discussion with a staff member there. I also went to Marks & Spencer, H&M, Boots and Debenhams. What a joy to be shopping again.

After that Richard, a very old friend of mine, took me to dinner at Sofra Turkish Restaurant in St Christopher's Place, a quiet haven just behind the bustle of Oxford Street. And the food was excellent. Better still is that Richard insisted on paying for me. What a gentleman!

Despite the crowds, the train problems, the chaos at Mac in Selfridges, the boots that pinched, there is nothing on earth more wonderful then being a woman. "What can I get you, Madam?" ... "This lady was next" ... "Is it 'Mrs' or 'Ms' Richmond?". This is music to my ears after 3 long years absence. I am hoping this new regime will let me get out at least at weekends. Let's see. Fingers crossed.

And thank you all you many many girls who have wished me well, prayed, said magic words, given advice and generally kept me going through this. My problem is not gone, but it may be manageable now. I will report in due course on what my face does this time.


Outside Sofra, a very good Turkish restaurant away from the bustle of Oxford St