Angels Spa, morning, Kris OTA
The spa was dead - which was to be expected really mid week. Thursday and Friday it was manic as people got ready for the weekend but wednesday was the day for catching up with paper work and finishing off those bits of decoration that needed glossing up a bit.
Today Kris had obtained a series of large potted plants and was amusing himself by shifting them around to find where they looked best. Right this moment he was festooned in Russian vine, and admiring the effect in a mirror. Next costume party he'd be going as Bacchus for definite.