Bluebells and massage

The first bluebells are here! Now I usually think of these as arriving in April or May so that shows you how early we are this year. And while global warming might be ruining our planet, at least it shows that spring is on its way. And that is a cheering thought indeed.

On Saturday afternoon I had the second of my birthday massages. My mum and Himself gave me vouchers for the wonderful spa at a nearby hotel, and so I am able to have several massages – free!

One thing that struck me is how young the girls are – the masseuses, that is. Yes, I know this is a sure sign of Getting Old, but most of these girls are 20ish. They look at you as if you are no longer a member of the human race, and evidently eye my sagging skin and skinny frame with distaste. Having worked as a masseuse I know. As I know the unflattering comments that abound later. “Tubs of lard” was one at the place I used to work.

But this girl gave me a 5 second chat to ascertain whether I wanted aromatherapy oils to calm me down or buoy me up. I explained that I’m fairly hyper by nature, so calming would be better.

I had half an hour’s thorough neck, shoulders and back massage and got up feeling quite light headed. I recovered in their Rest Room – lay sipping a glass of iced water and reading a glossy magazine wondering where to place a couple of pieces I’d written on spec for a glossy that doesn’t want them.

I then went home, so reeking of Soothing Aromatherapy Oils that even Mollie sniffed at me nervously. That night I slept like a tree trunk (do they sleep?) and have been unable to function ever since. Life is like struggling through treacle, or brain high mud. As for brain cells – forget it. I left them with the twenty year old on the massage couch.

But I’d still go for another massage. Half an hour to have all the stresses and strains kneaded out of my body – bliss.

PS Mum - I hope you're reading this today. Hello and I love you. Keep practising your emails!