My massage, another treat from Jean was rather effective - It started with me shallow breathing face down on the massage table, panicked about whether someone was going to burst through the door saying we have an urgent phone call for WestEndMum, Erbie has been rushed to - but thankfully the masseuse was good enough to take my mind off of childcare worries by serious knot removal on my upper back. The noise of grainy lymphatic nodules crunching within me under her capable hands, along with calming music that included strange deep exhaling noises (took me a while to work out where they were coming from) was enough for me to almost drift off.
I'd been to the Sanctuary before a long time ago and hadn't really got it, but as I discussed with Jean, we were art students at the time, lounging around reading magazines really wasn't something one needed to pay for.
This time round, after only an hour I got it.
2 comments:
ooh bliss!
I went there when 8 months pregnant. They know how to care for expecting mums. Although I have to agree, right now I would appreciate a massage even more.
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