Harry always knew that he and Ralph had something in common. Not only were they born on the same day, in the same hospital and to the same parents, they both (later in life at least) shopped for their clothes at the same snappy Barnaby Street Shoppe.
But it wasn't till one Saturday afternoon in late August 1999 that Ralph, the younger but vainer of the two, accidently used too much vanishing cream on his wrinkles.
Tragically, when he realised his mistake, he only rubbed harder.
This, as you can see, not only made things worse, but it made things worser, worsest... and finally, worserest.
I kid you not.
Thank you Karen et Bella and Art and Rossicheeka :) and Trudy for commenting on my last post - even though I don't deserve it.... Hugs from Oz :)
Oh please click the pics if you like it bigger
