As I lay staring at the tiled floor, my head firmly planted in a towel-lined hole, I thought it would make a good opening vista for a film. Vulnerable, alone in a darkened room, and at the mercy of a complete stranger, anything could happen - a brutal murder perhaps? Happily there was nothing of the sort. I was at the Utopia Spa in Rowhill Grange, enjoying a full body massage.

We are in serious need of some time out so we are having a long weekend. Yesterday we sat in the garden and made life plans and in the afternoon we browsed around quiet shops and buzzed at the thought of another three days of freedom.

Today we are treating ourselves to a spa day. After a morning in the pool, and lunch in our dressing gowns, we had massages then facials. Relaxing, yes, but I couldn't help but feel I had fallen into a classic "I saw you coming" trap. The kind to which the ladies wot lunch are happy to succumb, but at which I might roll my eyes. That's not to say that I didn't enjoy having a creamy banana-smelling substance painted on my face, but I'm far too cynical to believe that these things will do my face any real good. More water, less sun and plenty of fruit and veg maybe. It was a nice bit of fun self-indulgence - nothing more, nothing less.

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