Although I appear to have left my dignity somewhere in the massage room...
Still, I have escaped unscathed, apart from a faint smell of apricots and a mental note to ensure I am specific about personal boundaries if I ever do anything like that again. Rose is all pink and clean and relaxed (and still giggling at me every so often, but I don't really mind :) ), which is good.
Tony, who thinks everything I do is brilliant (sensible lad), said he wanted to go to the spa tomorrow. I think they have a minimum age (plus he'd be bored even quicker than Susan was) but I told him I'll see what I could do (Jackie, expect some super-bubbly bubble bath and some non-toxic, non-staining and entirely useless goop to come your way when I get my hands on some of the ingredients and the equipment).
Anyway, have we any plans for tonight? Albert (yes,
this Albert) recommended a restaurant that's not too far down the mountain.