welcome to your secret garden

For no reason other than I just wanted an away day out of work, I went to this spa today. It was a beautiful place with lots of ladies talking in a very soothing voice at you. I found myself saying thank you for everything, and on my best manners, as if I would wake the Spa Goddess if I didn't speak above a whisper at all times.

The most beautiful place was the lounge area, where I had a very spa like jam doughnut for breakfast and a berry smoothie.



I had a full body massage and it was awesome. Arms, legs, back, neck, even my tum-she didn't miss out anything. And then at the end she gave me an Indian Head Massage and I came out smelling beautiful and posh. My back tattoo was a great ice breaker-as I lay on the table the masseuse bubbled over it in a very non soothing masseuse way. I should be thankful for this as later on as she was working on my arm and shoulder my boob popped out from the sheet covering me and I pretended that something like a little boob poppage was far too trivial to be bothered about.
I also found myself agreeing to buy a bottle and tub of everything she had used during our session because anything else would have felt too rude.

The rest of the day was spent dunking ourselves in and out of hot jacuzzis and steam rooms like biscuits in a mug of tea. I haven't felt this lady like...ever. It's going to be tough going when I get to work tomorow and literally put on my hard hat(which we do have, next to the welding masks which I wear in the workshop when I'm pretending to be Flash Dance and the guys look at me funny) Later we sampled one of the sleep pods where yet another soothing voice welcomed us to our secret garden on a vibrating bed.

In true spa fashion I threw on a white robe as soon as I got home (catching evil glances from the cat as this is his favorite thing to nap on) and pretending that the chicken pie in the oven is in fact something healthy and green and good enough to make a face mask with.