Today I was on the till, and a lady came through buying some Angels on Bare Skin. Fairly uneventful, happens all the time because that cleanser is so damn good. This time, however, it happened to be a lady who I helped out a couple of months ago. She’d come in with quite bad eczema on her hands, the cracked, sore kind (:() and wanted a soap to have a go at sorting it out because she has a little one so is washing her hands a lot. I sent her away with a chunk or two of our most moisturising soaps and a sample of Dream Cream (of course). She came back a couple of days later to buy a whole pot of Dream Cream for the baba, and today she showed me her hands which are just…hands. They look beautiful. No cracks, no dry bits, no flakes. More than anything I was just so pleased for her, but it really made me think about how much I love my job. That is exactly the kind of thing I love, I really helped out just by knowing a little bit about soap.

Also, we were manic today, I loved it! I love my store, I love my managers, I love my job.