Hopificio: You've Never Had it so Good

Article by guest author Peter Brooker

A message pops up on my feed, we now live in a world without Chuck Norris. That's sad. Another notification; all alcohol is poison. That's sad also, especially as I've begun drinking today at noon. This morning I ran the dogs in the park and accidentally kicked my puppy in the head. She whelped for ages, which broke my heart.

Back home I got on the peloton and watched Cold Mountain. All I could think of watching that film is just how good we all have it nowadays, but we're all torn up and miserable inside.

There is leftover pizza I finish before showering. Today I've gone for a bar of Hopificio, an Italian beauty company with its origins in Florence, founded in 1995.

From the beginning, our mission has been to produce cleansing products for body care and home fragrances high quality using only natural and synthetic ingredients of proven quality in collaboration with the best Research Laboratories in the World.

These massage soaps are well ribbed for your pleasure. It's a soap scrub and massage in one. The Sandalwood in particular is a very rich woody fragrance that offers a balance between the velvety elegance of sandalwood and precious exotic woods such as vetiver and patchouli. A fusion where the musky note brings strength and character.

The shower's done. I investigate further trips into Champagne valley. God we've never had it so good have we. Speaking of champagne, I just remembered that on the weekend, a friend brought over a bottle of James Bond 007 Bollinger.

"My wife no longer drinks, meaning I won't get to share this with anyone," he said modestly. We drank till five in the morning. I didn't shower all weekend. Just festered around the house with remnants of pizza and empty bottles of wine, beer, whisky, prossecco, ice cream wrappers, and so on.

My friend invoiced me £48 for the amount he spent on pizzas. Noted. Different friends. The one that brought the £100 bottle of champagne and £40 of whisky didn't blink.

I guess we all need to re-read our maxims. Mine says, don't expect anything from anyone and you won't be disappointed. Not even free pizza. The sun hangs low over the gin factory across the street, blinking its way in across my desk as I type. The dogs are asleep by my feet. I've spent far too much time looking at the screen these past ten years. I'd like a break please. But then I check myself, and tell myself, you've never had it so good.