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It rubs the lotion on its skin
Darlings, Darlings. My poor hands, they are dry and the skin is in great need of moisturisation.
What little credibility I may have had has just disappeared. I have bought some kind of lotion or unguent from Boots to plaster on my poor, dry paws in an attempt to stop them rustling like empty crisp packets when I make a fist. Apparently I have sensitive dry skin. That delicate aroma of Christ knows what, is something that is apparently hypoallergenic, whatever that means.
Seriously, though, the skin on my hands is so dry you could almost strike a match on my knuckles and I have taken the drastic step of buying this bloody stuff before the skin cracks and I ooze everywhere. So I can live with the lack of credibility. The irony, of course, is that anyone who trawls back through this journal four of five years will read about me grumbling about how greasy my hands always were. Well, I’ve solved that problem by going too far in the other direction. How to strike a happy medium, eh?
The desiccating aspects of the current weather aren’t lost to me, either. With temperatures sitting at or below zero for the next few days and a permanent wind blowing in from the east, well, what’s a chap to do?
Kissy kissy, mwah mwah.
What little credibility I may have had has just disappeared. I have bought some kind of lotion or unguent from Boots to plaster on my poor, dry paws in an attempt to stop them rustling like empty crisp packets when I make a fist. Apparently I have sensitive dry skin. That delicate aroma of Christ knows what, is something that is apparently hypoallergenic, whatever that means.
Seriously, though, the skin on my hands is so dry you could almost strike a match on my knuckles and I have taken the drastic step of buying this bloody stuff before the skin cracks and I ooze everywhere. So I can live with the lack of credibility. The irony, of course, is that anyone who trawls back through this journal four of five years will read about me grumbling about how greasy my hands always were. Well, I’ve solved that problem by going too far in the other direction. How to strike a happy medium, eh?
The desiccating aspects of the current weather aren’t lost to me, either. With temperatures sitting at or below zero for the next few days and a permanent wind blowing in from the east, well, what’s a chap to do?
Kissy kissy, mwah mwah.
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I can't recommend this stuff strongly enough. It doesn't smell of anything and it's the best moisturiser I've ever used.
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And anyway, only silly or sick animals fail to adequately groom themselves. Consider yourself a very sensible bear.
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It's like you've turned all chick !!!
As a bloke you have one choice and one choice only:
Neutrogena Norwegian Formula Hand Cream (Unscented)
Used by the gnarliest Mountaineers and explorers, it's the only acceptable hand cream for blokes.
Two small concentrated tubes lasted me a 4 week trek in the Himalayas, in the winter, at -30c and the four subsequent years.
Dispense with your delicate aroma, buy a tube.
To non-scratchycracky paws
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