Ok, so at the end of August, my husband and I went away to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary to a spa hotel. We had booked ourselves a treatment each. He had (well I had done on his behalf truthfully) booked a facial and I had booked a 'Mediteranean Float'… having had a float earlier in the year which I completely fell in love with!
When it was time for my treatment, I left my husband in the room, happily spending time with his laptop and warned him that I was going to have the ultimate in relaxation for the next 85 mins (which would make up for my bad night's sleep) and that I would no doubt return a zombie, so be warned!
Once in the spa, I was picked up by my therapist Amy and taken to the treatment room. In we walked and I saw a bed in the middle… where is the water bed that I have been so longing to lie in and feel all the tension come out of all my body and relax in the way that isn't possible at any other time?? I wondered…
Amy went on to explain how she was going to body brush me from top to bottom, exfoliate my body, apply a marinade and then do a facial. I said, "I thought this was a float?" "Yes," she replied, "It is called a float but it isn't actually one. I'm not quite sure why they do that!" and got on with preparing the room as if it really wasn't an issue.
I, however, could have cried!
I lay on the bed, on my back, under the towel, wearing the paper thong as I had been instructed and Amy began. The lights were dimmed and the music was soothing. I tried to calm myself from the immense disappointment as what can only be described as a bed bath, like in a hospital ward, began!
She lifted the towel off my legs and began to brush in an upward motion and then said, "Are you happy for me to do your stomach and breasts?" Happy?? Are you kidding??? Of course I'm not happy!! Now if she had said "Would you like me to do your stomach and breasts?" I would have politely replied, "No, that's OK thank you" and all would have been well – but no, she didn't ask that did she? She said "AM I HAPPY" to have my stomach and breasts done…
Of course, not wanting to be a prude, I calmly lied "Sure, yes please!"
And so the agony began!! Like I said, I'll not bore you with the entire story here on my QVC blog but suffice to say it was quite the ordeal!! Body brush, porridge-like exfoliant, hot cloths, hot oils, moisturiser – it was like a Carry On Bed Bath!!!
Later on I returned to our room, my husband's face eagerly awaiting my anticipated zombie state. "How was it?" he gently asked. "She brushed my boobs!" was all I could say!
Read the entire ordeal here!