Archives for posts with tag: massage


Alpaca trek in the morning. So adorable. So soft. So sunny.

Coming home to a very short, old dog.

A massage with Joy. I almost fell asleep.

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The sky this evening. It looked like it didn’t belong in London.

My massage. Sorting out my shoulder and being clicked every which way.

Leaving work early. Even though I started late. I wanted to be in the sun and sit in my garden and read my book. So I did. 


Body of Women. I’m so excited to be talking about it again.

It seems fairly likely that my job will extend.

Bed time yoga and a foot massage.


A massage, facial and head massage. Whilst the snow storm raged outside. 

Discovering I had a massage at the same time as mum. Random.

Hearing a hat and headphones. 

Vaginaments. I need these.
My first Thai massage. So crack-y.

The loud cat that snuck in and gave me the vicious meow. And the following WhatsApps. 


Sarah Millicon on QI

Face swap on SnapChat

A massage on my head

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Chatting to the homeless man I used to walk past everyday. He remembered me and even asked about my new job.
A head massage, a glass of wine and a haircut.
Dinner with Becky’s posh friend.

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A head massage and a back massage. And a beer.
Ice skating.
Andrew.

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Driving the big van at work.
A head massage and a good haircut.
Being back in Hannah’s bed with her comfy pillows.

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Massage
Half cooked chocolate thing from Planet Organic
Nice Irish people at the party