A little Mansplaining and a lot of Spa

 It’s raining in Cardiff but Lily, Rose and I are going to make the most of our long-anticipated spa day. Russ has arranged it as a treat for Lily before the end of her maternity leave and we’re going to make the most of every moment, heck, we’re even going in to town by cab! 

Unfortunately no one’s told the cab driver this is our treat, not his, as every time one of us tries to talk, he talks over us! There’s a lot of mansplaining about how many miles he’s travelled, he tells us about the ring he chose for his fiancé (her birth stone in a heart-shaped setting, delivered to her with the bill at the end of a meal, (a lovely touch) in case you’re wondering. Apparently, she ‘liked’ it but before Christmas, she presented him a Samuel’s catalogue with a diamond ring marked out that she ‘liked better’ i.e. she hated it), and he passes us his phone to show off the many fancy dress costumes he’s worn to darts finals. And do you know what? Instead of saying, ‘do you mind, we’re trying to talk,’ we find ourselves muttering ‘lovely’ at his photos of himself as Mrs Brown and laughing at his feeble jokes. None of us is exactly a shrinking violet, we’re just too polite to tell him to shut up!

Anyway, we reach the hotel and check in at the spa. The girls have both booked back massages, but I’ve decided to have a facial - the first one in years. It must be the Day of the Talkers as my very sweet beautician drones on throughout about how my skin would be much better if I spent £80 on various lotions and potions. ‘Although cennot vork miracles,’ she adds, comfortingly, warning me that I’ll end up ‘like dried epple’ if I don’t drink more water/spritz my face/spend £80. Nice. Still, off to the spa where groups of women perform a strange watchful dance as we take it turns to occupy favoured spots like the jacuzzi. There are only two men - and guess what? - one of them jumps into the pool like Shamu the bloody whale and causes the biggest splash ever. We almost sit on the other one who is lurking in the steam room when we wander in blinking in the murk and don’t realise he’s there.

Our day is rounded off with a champagne afternoon tea which is lush, but it’s still raining when we leave so we pile in another cab which, we quickly realise, smells of wet dog. Luckily our driver doesn’t chat. Oh no, he’s too busy cutting up other drivers and complaining under his breath about the other road users. We make it back to Lily’s in one piece, although I suspect the strain of the journey won’t helped my chances of avoiding the ‘dried epple’ look.

I then spend a fab three days with Lily, Russ and Bee who’s such a joy tottering round the place. It’s quite a wrench to leave and I have to admit to being a bit tearful on the train. Next month it’s Bee’s first birthday - how quickly that time has passed - another reminder of how important it is to make the most of every day.


Unknown said…
For a 'dried epple' you look pretty good to me! Everything's fodder for the next book :) Angela Britnell
Flowerpot said…
Love the dried epple! I was told that I looked like a bathed mouse instead of drowned rat, once...! Sounds like a fabulous spa day and glad you had time with your daughter and the little one. Pip used to say I could cry at the weather forecast, so don't worry about shedding tears on the train!
Jane Lovering said…
Ah, nothing is ever wasted when you're a writer though, eh?

Sounds like a wonderful spa day - 'dried, epple' indeed, you are gorgeous.
Frances said…
Chris, it's grand that you and your girls had that day together, even with the uninvited vocals and splashers. As others have already mentioned, you've got some excellent raw material there, along with the sweet memory of a shared day. What beauties you three are! xo
Pondside said…
I smiled all the way through this one, Chris. I think that the esthetician who did your facial was working over here last month, or I had her twin talk/work on my face!
I will be off to Edmonton at the end of the month where I'll treat DIL to a spa afternoon - I hope that Shamu doesn't appear. Wouldn't it be nice if we were to meet up in that prairie city one of these days?
Chris Stovell said…

That's most kind of you Angela - and yes, a couple of characters in the making there... ! x

A bathed mouse - I love it! Not you looking like one, of course, It was a smashing day and I think I'd a bit like you - I've got very tearful these days! x

Ha, very kind of you Jane - we did have a lovely day though, one of those that you treasure and store away for the not so lovely days.

Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder but we were very happy that day, Frances, and happiness lights up any face - but thank you for being so kind. Yes, I think some of those we encountered may well turn up again in the pages of a book! xx

How funny, Pondside, mirrored lives again! DiL is very lucky to being going to the spa - I know you'll have, erm, a whale of a time. I do think there's every chance we will meet there - I certainly hope so

Irish Eyes said…
Loved this; now realise I could do with a break myself...my "treatment" was a lightning bolt hitting the rocks behind the house and a good all over tingle as a result! x

Popular posts from this blog

Roman Holiday

Dairy, Sights and Fairy Lights

Cakes and Cadair Idris