WELL! For the past few weeks I have been in a bit of a 'I have nothing to blog about' phase. Not that that has stopped me or anything but tonight I know exactly what I am going to blog about, but I should warn you it is not going to be pretty involving as it does crime most foul, and that as a result of the foul crime I am not going to be pretty either.
Lunchtime today I get a call from a colleague - did I know about my car? There are certain things I know about my car including make and model (1997 Ford Mondeo), colour (blue) and registration plate (well, almost know that anyway). What I did NOT know about my car was that it was without an intact passenger side window. Some one had put it through in broad daylight. I was absolutely stunned. Looking at the mess it was obvious they hadn't just smashed the window, but had made a definite effort to break in as the window frame itself was damaged. I just couldn't for the life of me think what the hell there was in my car anyone would have wanted to nick - no CD player, no phone, my hand bag was with me. My mind was blanker than usual which is seriously blank. Had anything at all been stolen?
I reported the incident to the police knowing it wouldn't rank with their number one priority in the area, but needing a crime number for my insurance. To my complete astonishment they asked me if I required the services of Victim Support...for a broken car window! Anyway, at that stage I was somewhat dismissive of the level of trauma I had experienced. It was only later whilst waiting for the window to be mended that I realised I had in fact been robbed. THAT was when I needed Victim Support. They had stolen my flaming make up. Who the bloody hell needs to break into a car to steal someone's make up? Have I become another victim of the transvestite crimewave sweeping the Midland's?
Anyway - what a total disaster. When I added up what I must have spent over the years on my make up I realised I was going to be seriously out of pocket as my car insurance cover won't come close to the value of the stuff lost but that fact pales into insignificance compared to the immediate problem .
I know men always claim to favour the 'natural look', but that is only because men are blissfully unaware of how much make up goes into achieving the 'natural look'. I shall be scaring children and old ladies if I go out looking 'natural' first thing tomorrow morning. I shall scare myself if I pass a mirror. Reidski will realise how old I really am and will run for the hills.
Maybe there is something to be said for the hijab after all?
Me tomorrow morning -
P.S. Now I look at that photo more closely I need to clarify that that will be me tomorrow morning - only without the nice eye make up that woman is wearing. HUH!
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