Post Office: Day 3

The Eagle has landed.

Now to keep it flat...

Post Office: Day 3

The Eagle has landed.

Now to keep it flat...

Hands that do dishes are as soft as your head...

I like my hands to be clean.

Even when I was little, I hated sticky fingers and was always washing my hands. I could just about put up with mildly grubby paws, but would wash them as soon as possible. Jammy, sugary, sticky hands though, required immediate cleaning. I am pretty much still the same: never quite grew out of it, though I try to be only marginally OCD about it.

Over the years, and some of you may remember me grumbling about it in the past, I have been tasked by the amount of finger prints I get on things. I always thought that I had the world’s greasiest hands – especially noticeable when it came to mobile phones, which I cleaned endlessly to keep the shine.

I suspect that what I always thought as being excessively greasy fingers was actually just perfectly natural skin oil. I think I was told that by one of you out there in LJ-land (actually, for some reason my beleaguered memory tells me it may have been mollpeartree, but I’m not sure).

Anyway, I have cured it. My hands are no longer greasy. In fact I’m not sure that I leave full fingerprints any more. I believe that I may have tanned my hands, by which I do not mean that they have an attractive sun-kissed brown hue. No, I mean that they would make a fine pair of leather gloves. They are dryer than a Pharaoh’s sock.

Because no one is ever happy about these things, I now have to use hand cream, would you believe, and within ten minutes I still don’t leave much of a finger print.

I still hate sticky fingers more though, so I’m not too unhappy about it.

Hands that do dishes are as soft as your head...

I like my hands to be clean.

Even when I was little, I hated sticky fingers and was always washing my hands. I could just about put up with mildly grubby paws, but would wash them as soon as possible. Jammy, sugary, sticky hands though, required immediate cleaning. I am pretty much still the same: never quite grew out of it, though I try to be only marginally OCD about it.

Over the years, and some of you may remember me grumbling about it in the past, I have been tasked by the amount of finger prints I get on things. I always thought that I had the world’s greasiest hands – especially noticeable when it came to mobile phones, which I cleaned endlessly to keep the shine.

I suspect that what I always thought as being excessively greasy fingers was actually just perfectly natural skin oil. I think I was told that by one of you out there in LJ-land (actually, for some reason my beleaguered memory tells me it may have been mollpeartree, but I’m not sure).

Anyway, I have cured it. My hands are no longer greasy. In fact I’m not sure that I leave full fingerprints any more. I believe that I may have tanned my hands, by which I do not mean that they have an attractive sun-kissed brown hue. No, I mean that they would make a fine pair of leather gloves. They are dryer than a Pharaoh’s sock.

Because no one is ever happy about these things, I now have to use hand cream, would you believe, and within ten minutes I still don’t leave much of a finger print.

I still hate sticky fingers more though, so I’m not too unhappy about it.