Well, I'm 40 … feel like I should be overcome with the significance of the moment. A year or so ago I was, oddly enough, but a lot has happened since then.
Fabulous birthday weekend ... myhotel Bloomsbury turned out to be appropriately smart and boutique-y, although I have never seen a bathroom crammed into such a small space. For a hotel that advertises its feng shui influences, you would think that a bathroom design whereby one has to step out of the bath onto the floor via the toilet bowl would flout some sort of law or at the very least obstruct the flow of chi.
Lovely surprise dinner at Chronicles on Saturday night and still amazed I had had no idea what was being planned. Thanks so much to Ruth for organising it and to Ray, Claire, Julie, Helen and Ali for turning out to celebrate with me. Typically and somewhat annoyingly, I was enjoying myself so much I forgot to take any photos. My keenness to document significant events in my life in photographs is continually thwarted by my inability to remember to actually take any.
Spent Sunday at The Sanctuary in Covent Garden, which was an interesting experience - slightly surreal being surrounded by a crowd of other women all in white robes, and some of the treatments involved wearing worryingly insubstantial paper pants. I made the most of the day with an exfoliating salt scrub (very nice), a back and shoulder massage (slightly painful) and a pedicure (much needed). Ruth spent much of the day dozing by the koi pond but did push the boat out in the morning with a full body polish. We ended the day with a Sleep Retreat session which involved lying on Sound Wave Therapy beds listening to a guided visualisation through headphones. The fairly loud vibrating of the SWT beds did detract slightly from the audio-instructions to imagine oneself lying in hammock in idyllic garden, listening to sounds of birdsong. I also tend to lose concentration during guided visualisations and realise with a jolt that I am still in my hammock when in fact I am supposed to have got out of it and be walking beside a stream. Cue rushing to get out of hammock, leading to probable tangling up in same, skidding on muddy path, falling into stream, etc.
Yesterday's abortive wait-in for the gas man at least enabled me to start reading our next Book Group book, A Thousand Splendid Suns, by Khaled Hosseini of The Kite Runner fame. Already suitably depressed, and one senses there are plenty of horrors still to come. Will follow it up with comic or similar.
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