Shopping

After we all did the grocery shopping this afternoon, Brendon dropped me off in town for a free facial (that I had earned through spending excessive amounts of money at a salon). He suggested that I could spend the extra half hour I had in hand by having a look at some clothes. (I had been complaining this morning about a lack of things to wear). I closed the car door and waved them off at 3.00. At 3.04 I left a shop with two new tops. It is amazing how efficient you can be without three small children in tow. (And yes, I tried them both on).

The facial, though only 30 minutes long, was superb. Can't remember the last time I had one. I walked home and was pleasantly surprised that despite a lack of exercise, the walk up Bolton Street was not too difficult. The 193 steps up the hill to our suburb were challenging though (as they always were!).

When I got home I asked Isabelle dramatically:
"Do I look any different [after the facial]?"
"Yes".
"How do I look different?"
"Your nose is red".

Back to reality!