Adia's gonna be a banker & in my face

The girls have started school and their after-school activities as well. Which leads me to a cute little story of Adriana's lack of trust (probably brought on by her sisters making up stuff to try and get her to do want they want her to do!). I sent Adriana to the tennis court yesterday with a 20 pound note for her to pass along to the coach for Stefa and Larysa's lessons. I told her that she was to bring some change back, as it would on be 15 pounds. Apparently after being handed the 5 pound note for change, she immediately lifted it towards the sky as if she were verifying that it had the appropriate watermark and it wasn't fake. Luckily Kim saw the funny side of this and didn't assume that I didn't trust her not to pass on conterfeit money through my kid.

I had the chance to go to the Sanctuary in Covent Garden the other day with the Australian Lisas x2. (They had birthday vouchers, but I didn't want to feel left out, so I came along too.)After every thing I had heard and the glossy brochure with the picture here, I was expecting to spend a relaxing couple of hours with me mates. But I'll you what I was not expecting: the lady doing my facial to give me the third degree on my beauty regimen.

"Do you cleanse, tone and moisterize twice a day?"
"Uhhh, no." (What I really wanted to say was "I can barely haul my ass out of bed in the mornings, and at night the last thing on my mind would be to have my face feel like a baby's bum!)
"Do you use a masque or exfoliate weekly?"
Same response again...This time I really wanted to say: "Exfoliate my %^&^#%!!"
"Do you have a facial regularly"
At this point I wanted to deck her, but thought that if I did, she might use cement instead of a scrub and then cazy-glue my eyes shut, so again:
"Uhhh, no."

The way she tsk'ed me let me know that I had failed the minimum requirements of being remotely human, but I let her have her way with me and came out looking and feeling years younger. So who am I to complain?