On Wednesday, I was 38 years, 3 months and 6 days old. Until that day, I had never made a planned trip to a ‘Spa’ – that’s right, never, not at all. I had not been into a spa with the intention of being pampered, relaxing or being generally looked after. It seems (ok, it’s blazingly obvious) that I have issues with allowing myself ‘me time’. It is an alien concept, one that has never sat easily with me – there is always something to do, something far more important.
2 weeks ago, the gorgeously lovely Lisa Pearson (yes, the Mummy Whisperer) launched Espiritu Spa & Salon in Radlett – just down the road from here. We (that’s the Cheetah Keeper, the Sealion Keeper and I) went to the launch and, after watching the children have chalks in their hair (the Cheetah Keeper loved this) and the Sealion Keeper have her toenails painted, I agreed, for the first time since we got married 10 years ago, to let someone paint my nails. I told you, I have have issues.