A Pampered Existence

As a single young woman living alone, you'd think I'd make the time to take better care of myself. In fact you'd probably be forgiven for thinking that I owe it to myself to make an enhanced effort with my appearance. For example, one would think that I have all the time in world to pamper myself with massages, manicures, hairstyles and the works really. But you could not be further from the truth.

I do love the notion of being able to spend time being pampered. But somehow I find neither the time nor the required "spare change" to indulge in such a luxurious routine. I call it a luxury because with the high cost of living, my mortgage and escalating bills, being pampered is not really high on my list of priorities.

Mind you, I don't go around looking like a fat chick in a sack. In fact I make a half decent effort at being presentable, but the truth is I simply cannot afford to get a manicure or be pampered.

So when my brother bought me a two hour massage voucher for my birthday recently, it was as if Christmas and all of the other the holidays came at once. It still took me about a month to book an appointment at the salon. And when I did, the two hours of being massaged by a trained professional left me feeling relaxed, radiant, energised and thoroughly spoiled. In fact you could say it more than made up for the 7 years of not being able to spoil myself.

Now I wonder what my brother has planned for Christmas? Warren, if you are reading this..BIG HINT and MANY MANY THANKS.

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