Someone asked you for a TOUR around your home? They'd never do that to us i live in a 1940s pebble dash semi!
Oh, we have a long, private drive, too, with a gate that was open because a few of my mates had just arrived for breakfast. These ignorant prats told me they wanted to speak with my 'manager', told me to stop playing at 'lady of the manor' when I tried to gently explain that this was MY private home and not open to tours, and finally stormed off in a huff. I got a ring about an hour later from the constabulary, asking what had happened, because he'd had some rather brassed-off Yanks insisting that I was rude to them and didn't want them touring the house because they were Yanks or not dressed well enough or something. The response they got, after they affirmed they dealt with a tiny, blonde young woman, was, 'That would be our Arianwen Spaulding. Her family's owned that house since it was built in the 1400s. Didn't you notice the private gate? Besides, I don't think she's been rude to anyone in her life.' *rolls eyes*
She sounds wonderful! I would have loved to have seen the look on her face! 
It was bloody priceless, really. She's a horrid, manipulative, amoral person, and I can't stand her.
The smith nose is alright when your young but when you hit 35 it suddenly baloons!
My mum teases me that SOMETHING had to catch up to my eyes (when I was a baby, my eyes were my most dominant feature, and they really still are, but now, there's more balance), and while my daughter has most of my husband's features and my eyes and facial expressions, we're trying to figure out whose nose she inherited. Mum has the 'perfect' nose, and we're starting to think Laura might have inherited it. Lucky little thing...
Regards,
Arianwen
