How to describe the luxury of an “after work” massage at the Spa des Grangettes in Geneva other than ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
A friend’s youngest son had given both her and myself coupons for this “after work” massage for Christmas and since we are all of a sudden in March, we decided that perhaps a Friday afternoon together would be just fine.
She came and parked her car here, we drove in mine into town and by the time we
had to head home I was so relaxed that driving home (note it was a gloriously sunny day as well with our cold wind on its last legs) seemed to take forever: I was glad that I needn’t cross the bridge.
Note to all sons and husbands everywhere: give your mothers, wives, girlfriends coupons for massages – it makes them so mellow you would hardly recognize them!
|very welcome Christmas present|