A couple of responses and emails have come my way about the past Tube experience.

As my father so graciously taught me, Charity is a higher virtue than Truth. So my little friends, of course I didn't tell the man he smelled like Avon. I couldn't! I was just returning from Mass (I go to the Westminster Cathedral now) and I just couldn't deflate the pour soul. This man was pimping and I would have really been laughing in his face.

I so wanted to say it b/c in a way it would have really made the story. But instead, I just sat there on the Tube looking like the crazy person b/c I couldn't stop giggling. Green Avon Christmas Carolers...if he only knew.

But back to the soap. So my sisters and I were talking and we've come to the conclusion that these soaps have really challenged us over the years. Because we've SAVED the pretty soap for the past 30+ years, this terrible plague has been cast upon us.

First, I hate soap! I haven't used the stuff since body wash hit the scene via Body Shop, Garden Botanika, Bath/Body Works etc and surfaced into the retail world. Yes, our lovely mother continues to purchase soap as gifts.

Second, i can't use them. It's one of those crazy things that's been engrained into my head as a child....don't use the pretty soap. So, I've carried around with me for the past year 3 soaps from Neimen Marcus. I can't use them, they're pretty soaps! So far they've travelled more than most Americans...US, France, Scotland, and England.

So now it's a running joke, what the hell am I supposed to do with the soaps. And then, my freakin sister brought me a gnome soap when she visited in August. Her response upon presentation, you better use the soap before you move out of your flat! It just sits and stares at me each day.

I wish i had taken them with me on other journeys; kinda like Amelia and her gnome.

Ok, back to the dissertation.
Laura