How I became a bearded hipster!

It has been a yawn,  yawn couple of days.   I have been house bound with the 8-year-old who I suspect picked up something at the world’s skankiest Doctors surgery last week (refer to previous blog post).

Trapped at home and with time on my hands,  I decided it was time to take care of the lady garden growing on my chin and re-open  “Danielle’s house of hair removal”.

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