I spent the entire Sunday making myself presentable for my first appearance at my web development requalification course the next day. I painted my nails (including toes so they look nice in the snow boots), plucked my eyebrows (those which choose to grow elsewhere than in the traditional eyebrow region), applied and unapplied warpaint (aka facial mask) and also ironed my clothes. In the latter I was heavily assisted by the cat—see illustration. I only have one cat, but, like god, she’s omnipresent.
Such daylong care seems excessive, but I like to be presentable when, normally once a week, I dare go out among people. For what I know, I could be raped or run over by a car (tram, train, you name it), and I wish to make a good first as well as last impression. I’d hate to be embarrassed for myself when my disembodied soul (that is, if I had one) watches my remains on the slab, hovering over the pathologist’s snack (I imagine pathologists snack while they work, and I should stop watching crime TV).