My week began with a session with Randy, as usual.
That afternoon I went to Spaces at the Oasis Centre for a Dermalogica facial. I hadn’t had one since November and felt like pampering myself. After that I went to a new salon called Nadia Beauty Style at Sama Tower on Sheikh Zayed Road. I’d bought a Groupon voucher for a keratin treatment and wanted to use it before I went to London. It wasn’t a Brazilian keratin treatment, it was an Argan keratin treatment, and I knew the results would be nowhere near as good as the Brazilian keratin treatment. The stylist put the solution on my hair and left me under a dryer for 40 minutes. My hair felt soft, smooth and shiny – but I think that’s what happens when you suddenly inject Argan oil and keratin into your hair. It was little more than a deep conditioning treatment.
On Monday afternoon I had a piano lesson to make up for the one I’d missed the week before, due to the public holiday. I got to the studio and my teacher wasn’t there. Ten minutes after he should have been there I sent him a text to let him know I was waiting for him. He called me 2 minutes later, claiming to have forgotten about my lesson. Great, I thought. What a waste of time. Luckily the studio isn’t far from where I live so I went home and went back to work.
I went to see Django Unchained on Tuesday evening. I thought it was brilliant! My friend and I went to More Cafe for dinner afterwards. We shared a pasta and a Greek salad. The portions there are huge…
I was home all day on Wednesday. I had some work to do and thought I’d better start packing for my trip to London. I didn’t have much to take as my Dubai wardrobe would have been completely useless in London in February. I took a few dresses for the evenings, some jeans, vests – I’d pick up all my winter clothes from storage when I got there – and the rest of my suitcase consisted of baby clothes and Patchi chocolates for friends.
On Thursday I had a piano lesson at 2pm. At 1.58 my teacher texted to say he was running 5 minutes late. I waited in the corridor outside his studio for 20 minutes and was very tempted to just leave. Did he not want to teach me? If he didn’t I could find a new teacher. Don’t I have better things to do than to wait around? Even if he’d told me at 1.40 that he was running late, I could have left home later and not wasted my time. He showed up at 2.20 – ‘I’m so sorry, I’m so busy, I’m going to Doha tomorrow…’
‘You’re not the only one who has things to do, you know,’ I snapped. Was his time more valuable than mine?
He looked a bit sheepish then and apologised. I had my lesson – he again apologised profusely for being late. I doubt that will change anything in the future though!
After my piano lesson I went for a manicure and pedicure at Amro. I spent the rest of the evening packing and left for London the following morning.
I love my life.
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