Botox Blues

One of my good friends came over the other day, and we went outside to sit in the sunshine with a glass of wine.

‘Tell me something,’ she said suddenly, leaning forward and looking at me intensely. ‘Am I over-Botoxed?’

I looked at her forehead, and it was true, it did look suspiciously shiny, and ever so slightly convex, the tell-tale sign.

‘If you hadn’t pointed it out,’ I said, ‘I would never have noticed,’ which was true, for my friend is spectacularly, beautiful, modelesque in fact, and you are