Free time in term three comes little and less, and I find myself neglecting this darling Medusa of a blog to make time for the chi-chi activities of the hoity-toity. I mean, I have just cancelled lunch with Mr President; after all, it is important that I look beautiful for the Shangri La date tonight with He Who Should Not Be Named.

One takes an entire afternoon to achieve perfect serenity of the mind, which in turn confers Poise and Confidence in High Heels and a Pearl Necklace. The usual spa-massage-facial-manicure-hairstyling, my very much approved of five pronged approach to self glorification. Pooh-pooh my routine not, for I find it a necessary response to the stress of today, and recovery enough from the toils of being a tai-tai (you know, the usual tiresome chore of colour coding your clothes and accessories. Diamond or emerald? Cerulean or jade green?)

Angelique balm from Sephora would do very nicely, I think, and of course the Olive and Lavender bath from L'Oocitane will rejuvenate my complexion nicely; (I spot a few blackheads!) and Lunatic Fringe Hair Promade will do justice to my exquisite curls. Ah, ...all so I am presented most radiantly and perfectly to my Knight in Suit and Tie, Shining Armour being rather clunky and obselete in this day and age.

...No? I guess not. Such a tragedy is imagination.