Joan hid her disappointment well. She and Judy had known each other since they were knee high to a grasshopper; but, unknown to everybody else, the two had always been rivals. So Joan pretended that it did not matter if she used Mrs Moo’s cream or not, as expected. Unfortunately for Judy, Joan knew that by often saying nothing, sitting on the fence during discussions and simply by being pleasant, people have no reason to judge you. Judy on the other hand, had a mouth on her. One that flapped up and down like a trap door during a cyclone.