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13/5: Music for Monday…

I thoroughly enjoyed all the pampering of yesterday but today it was back to work! You can tell when I have a day off, that’s all I’m sayin’.

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Three loads of washing were washed and hung out, two baskets of clean clothes folded and put away, breakfast dishes sorted, kitchen benches wiped down, hard floors vacuumed and mopped, dog walked and all was done before 11.30am! Phew. I can clean like a woman possessed when I’m in the zone.

But it also helps when there is an incentive, am I right? And this was a doozy. One of my Mother’s Day presents from yesterday was a gift voucher for a one hour massage at my favourite beauty salon, the appointment scheduled for 12.30 today! Oh yes. One thing I must say about my boys – they definitely know what I like!

AND what I need. Because OH MY GOD, did I need it. There were knots in my neck and shoulders I swear have been there for months. And the massage therapist found every. Single. One. I did not want her to stop, the release of tension was sheer bliss! SO DAMN GOOD.

Have you noticed it’s always a bit of a lottery with the range of ‘relaxation style’ music each salon has piped through their treatment rooms? I think they must all buy from the same music catalogues. I’ve been in enough salons over the years to be thoroughly sick of Enya, Tubular Bells or Clannad. We need to think outside the box, people!

Here’s a suggestion for their playlist. Not a hint of chanting, wind chimes or flutes in this, I can assure you. Just very mellow and highlighted by a soulful guitar. I could listen to this particular artist all day. Twice I have seen this song performed live and both times, Sting was nothing short of incredible. What a talented musician.

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold

Sting -Fields of gold

Happy Monday, people.


One response to “13/5: Music for Monday…”

  1. The Kids Are All Right Avatar

    I LOVE a massage so much. For Mother's Day I shouted myself to a facial, complete with hippy music. It was relaxing though, perhaps a little too relaxing – as I woke with a start from my snoring, mid-facial.

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