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Date: 12 February 2009 12:50:12
This morning I decided that I was perfectly capable of getting myself washed and dressed early enough to go both to the gym and to the spa before lunch. This was necessary seeing as have plans for this afternoon. Or rather, plans have me for this afternoon, as I had nothing to do with the matter.
Making five thousand phone calls this morning did put paid to my decision in a sort of a way. I could have done it if the people I had to phone started w*rk at a sensible hour (i.e. 7am, when it would have been most convenient for me to phone them) instead of waiting until 9. So I was faced with a decision - half an hour at the gym and half an hour at the spa, by the time I'd got myself organised and travelled to each place, or an hour and a half at one of them.? I will let you ponder at which one I went for.
As I lay on the sun lounger reading my book (as you do, in the gym, of course, while strenuously working those muscles) a rather nice gentleman came and chatted to me. Turned out he was the owner! I'm glad, when he asked me what I thought of the place, before telling me who he was, that I said mostly nice things. He pushed me to tell him my niggles so it was nice finally to get it off my chest that I HATE the changing rooms. They're beautifully laid out and everything, but really inconvenient to get changed in! This was the first time I've actually taken my book and made a proper morning of it - it was so lovely. The sun was streaming in through the windows and, because the temperature in teh spa... er. gym... was so warm it felt like I was sunbathing on a summer's day. A real treat.
This afternoon, on the other hand, has the potential to be a real treat or a real nightmare. I had a call from a wonderful friend the other day to tell me to be at a certain place at a certain time this afternoon. The reason? She has arranged to treat me to a new hairdo and a luxury manicure. Hmmm........ half of me is so so gratefful. But she has warned the hairdresser that I am bound to say "Just take a couple of inches off the ends please" and that they are not to accept that - they're to do something completely new for me. Er.... And I've never had a manicure before and am not yet confident that I'll like it. But it's a couple of hours relaxing and being pampered, and it's a lovely, lovely gift. but be warned, you may not recognise me when next I blog. I may be wearing gloves and a very big hat!