Milk & Manolos

I have just walked downstairs to find the Husband at the door discussing spiritality with a Jevohah’s Witness. I decided to leave them to it when I heard my dear athiest Husband proffer the notion that the world would be taken over by aliens and that we’d all be turned into machines.

While the Husband is quite possibly the most unspiritual person I know, I find the home of my physical and spritual norishment to be at Neal’s Yard Therapy Rooms.

At times of emotional and physical need it’s there that I’ve turned. Accupunture, Aromatherpy, Shiatsu, Reflexology and Indian Head Massage I’ve had it all. Even the Bowen Technique, which is the one thing I wouldn’t recommended. £ 60 for someone to ’subtly roll over my muscle with their forefinger’ was a step too far. That said, I can vouch highly for every other treatment I’ve had and have returned on many occasions to each of my practitioners.

An hour spent in one of the treatment rooms is the equivalant to a chicken soup for the soul. No Munchkin to worry about, just quiet time with me myself and I. Bliss.

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