A chilled Saturday morning at the luxurious Cowshed at Shoreditch House. My friend (pictured here) opted for a relaxing french manicure- feet up, tv screen placed in front of her, spa type music wafting through the room- you know the way it works! I chose the head and shoulder massage. Placed in a delicious smelling, soothing private room, the sensuous massage began to send me to the world of sleep..until- HANG ON, hang on- are you pulling my hair!? Ouch- yanked around in a circular movement which I can only assume was to relax me, had my eyes virtually streaming under the lavender eye mask. What do you do!? Do you let out a polite 'ouch' (and seem like a wimp), say 'oi!! that ruddy hurts!!' (and seem like a bitch), or do you just make it perfectly obvious by tensing everything you have, that this just isn't working for you? Which, ever the polite Brit, I chose to do,in the hope of it working. And soon!
'Is that a little hard for you Madam' the masseuse finally said.
'Oh perhaps just a little' I, the ever polite wimp replied.
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