How ‘not to’ give a relaxing massage

We recently, went on a short break to Bluestone in Pembrokeshire, Wales.  It was similar to a Centre Parcs but much cheaper.  We’ve never been to a Centre Parcs and really didn’t see ourselves as that kind of holiday maker, so we weren’t sure what to expect, we tend to do things a bit more intrepid and independent.

Before we went, I received loads of advice on what we should do to make the most of it.  So, I booked a golf cart to get us around, booked Madame into a Mini Rangers class, purchased her a pass for the adventure centre, researched the local beaches and bullied my husband into booking me one of those Spa Breaks as a belated Mother’s Day gift.

I was really looking forward to my massage, all 75 minutes of it!  My appointment was at 10, I even shower and shaved (my legs) before I went.  Hubby dropped me off 5 minutes before my appointment, in our golf buggy, I was met by my therapist, and she led me to my treatment room, which was typical with the dimmed lightening, candles, scents, low music and of course, no clock.

She left the room so I could get changed which took all of 30 seconds, turned my phone off and positioned myself on the table with my face in the hole ready for the drooling to begin.  Am I the only one that does this?  I do like a massage but I’m ridiculously ticklish, I nearly leap off the table when they go anywhere near my knees or thighs.  However, after a few minutes when I managed to relax, after stern internal dialogue, it was heavenly.  I totally lost track of time.

Before I knew it I heard the dreaded words ‘that’s the end of your treatment, take your time getting dressed and I’ll meet you outside’.   I did as I was told, she walked me out, I’m not sure if she was lurking for a tip.  Once I said my goodbyes and thank-you’s, I popped outside and me being me, I switched on my phone.  This was when I discovered what time it was, as there wasn’t a clock in the treatment room.  It was only 10.55!!!!

I don’t think I need to do the Maths for you.  It was supposed to be 75 minutes and started at 10 am.  I do appreciate that they calculate dressing time, but it doesn’t take me 20 minutes to get in and out of my jeans!  Grrr!  All the good work was undone and I was left feeling irritated not calm!

What do you think?  Has this happened to you?  Should I be annoyed?

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When I Get Around To it!

My father was a very hard working man.  He was a heavy duty welder who worked in the mines and on the oil rigs.  However, when it came to doing stuff around the house he would always say ‘I’ll do it when I get around to it’.  Guess it was kind of like a busman’s holiday.

So, one day, my Stepmonster, which is what I affectionately call her (do note the sarcasm) presented him with a circular piece of fabric with the TUIT embroidered on the front.  However much I dislike the woman, it was funny, and from that day forward it was on display on the wall near the sink so he could never again say ‘when I get around to it’ as he now had one.

Not in a twisted sort of way but my hubby does remind me of my own father sometimes.  We have a huge list of things that need doing.

May I present my case:

These are the chimney pots that were purchased when I was pregnant with Madame and as you can see they are still not in place and she is 3 and a half!

I put these paint testers on the kitchen wall two and a half years ago and the kitchen is still not painted.  I’ve actually gone off the colours now!

And lastly, but more recent we had our windows replaced a few months ago, which was a disaster in itself.  You can read the whole post here.  We ended up with ply chipboard instead of window blinds for a week; we lived like mushrooms with no light. Unfortunately, the builder hasn’t come back to do the finishing off work so we still haven’t put the last wooden blind back up and the other one is only hung temporarily.  It would be really nice to watch TV without the neighbours being able to peer in.

I could go on and on but no point really.  I should just get on and do it myself or hire someone to do it for me!  Alternatively, I could take up needle point and make him a round TUIT!

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