My friend A, pictured below, treated me for my birthday to a day at Champneys Town Spa for a fishy pedicure, and lunch at Cafe Rouge, followed by a spot of window shopping, or even shopping depending on how much wine we'd consumed. Here was our day...
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Started off with a late breakfast, after first class train travel |
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Lovely fruity bread thing |
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Two headless females brave the fishy pedicure
Oh my god, it was the weirdest thing ever! A went first, as I was having my newly applied nail varnish removed. She seemed to be OK, just giggling a bit. We hadn't been drinking by this point, I should add! I dipped my feet in. I felt the little fishies swarm around my feet, in fact they favoured my left foot (I didn't think it wasn't a bad film either). I cried, not in a bad way, but just in a tickly way, I knew I couldn't take out my feet, but it was so hard to keep them in. I clutched A's hand the whole time, and squeezed her knee. Like the way that Elf squeezes my hand when I'm taking a splinter out, to make him feel like he's transferring the pain.
The skin on my feet is quite hard, so I don't think I can see a huge difference, but I know that a few treatments would make a difference. I am definitely going back - and my mum is going to come with me. She just doesn't know yet! |
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Here we are |
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Do you like the hat? Too Joan Collins? OK then |
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Lunch yummy |
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Even more yummier |
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Glass of pinot gris?
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One bottle later... |
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Left the restaurant, and rolled into another for a drink! |