We recently, went on a short break to Bluestone in Pembrokeshire, Wales. It was similar to a Centre Parcs but much cheaper. We’ve never been to a Centre Parcs and really didn’t see ourselves as that kind of holiday maker, so we weren’t sure what to expect, we tend to do things a bit more intrepid and independent.
Before we went, I received loads of advice on what we should do to make the most of it. So, I booked a golf cart to get us around, booked Madame into a Mini Rangers class, purchased her a pass for the adventure centre, researched the local beaches and bullied my husband into booking me one of those Spa Breaks as a belated Mother’s Day gift.
I was really looking forward to my massage, all 75 minutes of it! My appointment was at 10, I even shower and shaved (my legs) before I went. Hubby dropped me off 5 minutes before my appointment, in our golf buggy, I was met by my therapist, and she led me to my treatment room, which was typical with the dimmed lightening, candles, scents, low music and of course, no clock.
She left the room so I could get changed which took all of 30 seconds, turned my phone off and positioned myself on the table with my face in the hole ready for the drooling to begin. Am I the only one that does this? I do like a massage but I’m ridiculously ticklish, I nearly leap off the table when they go anywhere near my knees or thighs. However, after a few minutes when I managed to relax, after stern internal dialogue, it was heavenly. I totally lost track of time.
Before I knew it I heard the dreaded words ‘that’s the end of your treatment, take your time getting dressed and I’ll meet you outside’. I did as I was told, she walked me out, I’m not sure if she was lurking for a tip. Once I said my goodbyes and thank-you’s, I popped outside and me being me, I switched on my phone. This was when I discovered what time it was, as there wasn’t a clock in the treatment room. It was only 10.55!!!!
I don’t think I need to do the Maths for you. It was supposed to be 75 minutes and started at 10 am. I do appreciate that they calculate dressing time, but it doesn’t take me 20 minutes to get in and out of my jeans! Grrr! All the good work was undone and I was left feeling irritated not calm!
What do you think? Has this happened to you? Should I be annoyed?
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