Well once we’d dumped the very sulky #1 and perky #2 off at school, we had a leisurely breakfast before heading off to the spa. The lovely ladies there remembered us and we had a good old chat about our naked Indian massage experience before heading to our respective therapy rooms. We’d booked a manicure and pedicure each and these are both right up my alley as you complete the whole process lying down with a lavender face mask on – bliss. I had my pedicure first, starting with a nice gritty scrub (Mum reckoned the lady said it was tomato and cucumber but that doesn’t sound very Thai – and her hearing’s a bit dodgy too), then a rub down with hot flannel mitts before another, more runny gritty scrub, then a very thick application of some kind of moisturising mask thing which went right up to my knees, before being wrapped in what Mum described as ‘fish and chip paper’ and left to marinate while listening to that strange music they play in spas – is it whale song or something? Then it was more hot flannels, a nice massage and finally a heavenly pedicure finishing with a nice coat of pale pink varnish.
This whole process was then repeated with my hands and arms: gritty scrub, hot flannels, runnier gritty scrub, hot flannels, moisturising mask, fish and chip paper, marinating, more hot flannels, massage and then manicure. When we finally met up, blinking in the low lights of the ‘chill out’ room, we were presented with Thai tea and invited to help ourselves to the magazines, fruit and water (although as Mum pointed out, it would be a bit difficult to help ourselves to the pineapples, unless we were going to nick the whole thing and take it home in our handbag).
After our chill and herbal tea we once again felt ready to face the world, feeling like we were walking on air. I love that place. We’ve both decided that we’re going to opt out of everyday life and just move into the spa. Bliss.