But at least my feet are comfy

Waiting for the taxi to take us to a party. 

Have had a pretty wine red boned corset kicking about in my wardrobe for years now.  Never worn.  Wondered if tonight I might be slim enough for it to look good... it's too big for me.  Am swimming about in it anyway.  I've hurredly taken up the straps so I don't flop out of it entirely.

My shoes don't go with my outfit.

Going to take the children and put them to sleep in the spare room.  A right of passage for a child I think.  Sprog will be given strict instructions to snug down and go to sleep, and will without a doubt end up the kitchen with the cook and his helper, watching cartoons and drinking hot sweet milk like last time.

Wilfie is already asleep (taxi is taking ages) and Sprog is watching Spongesquare Bobpants (she insists) on the portable dvd player.

The party is at one of the Emirates Hills mansions.  The water feature in the entrance hall is the size of my sitting room. 

Where is my taxi?