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What a weekend! On Friday night, after a gruelling week at work, we all went out to a bar/club to celebrate a birthday and really let our hair down. Great company, good-looking guys and real dance music – we must have danced until 3am.
After an exquisite lie-in the next morning, I met some friends at the club for lunch and what was meant to be a friendly game of tennis. In fact ambitions off the court seem to have gotten onto the court, and a leisurely knock-about became a titanic 2 hour struggle. My poor legs. In the evening, hurrying from the car to the cinema to avoid getting drenched in the rain, I managed to slip on the pavement, and completely embarrass myself. At least it seemed to provide an entertaining spectacle to the on-looking (and unhelpful) queue.
I was reminded by an early morning phone call on Sunday that I had agreed to participate in a charity 10-mile walk. Having had the foresight to book a massage, I returned late afternoon, tired and aching, for a much needed rub-down at the club. As I lay face down on the soft towelling, each gentle but firm stroke along my body helped release and loosen tension. This was so good. Whatever, he was using certainly seemed to get right down into my aching muscles and spread a deliciously healing warmth into me. I wondered what the soothing menthol aroma was and peeked across to catch sight of a bottle of Organic Blue Muscle Rub Massage Oil … I just let go, knowing I was in safe hands.
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