Empty

It's the measure of a good friendship when a chum offers you a pot of anti-wrinkle cream without causing offence. She couldn't use it because she's allergic to one of the ingredients. She was given it as a gift from her daughter or hubby, I can't remember which. To be honest, I didn't think either of us were old enough to use such stuff.

Anyway, several months later and I have scraped every last smidgeon from the pot and now the pot is empty. I may well be wrinkly tomorrow morning.

My chum and I are still good friends. I guess I'm just not quite as wrinkly.