Categories: everyday-disasters
Date: 16 November 2007 19:07:06
...is harder than finding one, and that's hard enough. Apparently I am in denial (like de baby Moses). Personally I think it's the therapist who's in denial that any type of therapy but hers actually has any possible benefits.
Add to that the masseuse from hell who promised me a relaxing massage and then subjected me to half an hour of agonising pain, and my weekly day off has not been entirely the restorative experience it was meant to be. Maybe the school quiz which The Grouch and I are attending tonight will redress the balance.