A little pampering … perhaps?

Well I hadn’t actually included a massage and a pedicure on my 6 in 60, though they both fit into my criteria. ie, things I have not ever done / experienced before. This may seem odd to those of you who often indulge in a little ‘pampering’ but there it is, I had never had a massage, not had any brave soul ventured near my feet to give them the once over.

Truth is that my feet are not my favourite part of my body. They are, and have always been, an odd shape and suffer from having a high arch and being wide. Add to that the genetically curled under fourth toes, and the leathery sole induced by my choice of wearing sandals both summer and winter..  and you probably have a pedicure nightmare.

p ready
setting the atmosphere
p table
massage tables

However, having been invited along for a ‘hen day’ for my prospective new sister-in-law, I duly signed up for both the massage and the pedicure!

The massage was very relaxing, however,  I found that I really wanted to ask so many questions, but couldn’t as it would have spoilt the relaxing atmosphere, which, as this was a ‘hen-do group thing’ would have meant spoiling other peoples relaxing moments. I wanted to know if the masseuse ended up with aching hands, whether masseuse often suffered with arthritis or carpel tunnel syndrome in later life, why she seemed to count carefully down my vertebrae before swooshing her fingers down from spine to side of the back, how comes her hands seemed to generate so much heat from her palm as they traversed my back and if she could feel any tension or not within my muscles, (she didn’t seem to stop and work on any places in particular, though I know others were told there were knots and had them ‘kneaded away’.)

p getting grips
getting to grips with my funny feet

We also had time to indulged in a nice swim while we waited for our turn, which I always enjoy! Then came the time for the pedicure. I was quite surprised that there was no soaking of the feet involved, but then as we had been swimming perhaps our feet were already softened. The filing with a fairly coarse emery board was fast and tickled the ends of my toes. The blocks that were used to rub away dry skin and a layer off the hard skin was effective. I couldn’t help wondering if the girls really ought to be wearing a mask as they certainly seemed to be a dust created, perhaps it isn’t a dangerous one? The massaging of the foot with creams was surprisingly pleasant and not ticklish at all.

p finish touches
finishing touches

Then came the nail lacquer. Now, I decided to go for a burgundy to match the dress I will be wearing for the wedding, but also opted for a layer of sparkle so they’d go well with belly dancing (which you all know I love!) Now I just have to avoid kicking something and chipping it before the big day!

So… if I count this as one of my 6 at 60 … the question is ‘would I do it again?’ Well, to be honest, probably not. It was a great as part of a really fun day with a super group of ladies, but I don’t think I’d go for a massage and a pedicure on my own (unless to ask all those questions!). Did I get anything else out of the day? Well, yes, and this is what is so great about being an author, just about anything you do, try, learn or experience is great fodder for the creative brain, adding dimensions to your characters!

Do you love a massage or a pedicure?

What is your favourite ‘beauty treatment’?

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How to be a Pirate …

You may have missed me ( or not) but I have been away and had not got my act together sufficiently to have blogs up and ready to post. I had been a very good girl earlier when I knew I was going to be busy and had prepared posts for your delectation. However, in the afterglow of being visited by my ‘long-missed’ grandchildren I did not get more in hand for when I went away. Enough waffle! (or perhaps not …  that might mean the end of the whole blog if I say that!)

Now I am not here to suggest that you learn how to take hostage hapless yachts as they sail round the world, or to pirate music, or (worse still) ebooks. No, being a pirate is what I was having such fun doing when my grandchildren visited for a while. As they live on the other side of the world and I hadn’t seen them in the flesh for two years, you can imagine I was excited.

The youngest was just 17 months (and I had not even cuddled him) the other two, one nearly five – the other nearly 7  – and all boys! I was a granny prepared. I had collected bits and pieces and put them in boxes – different boxes to spark different games or activities. So on a nice dry day when we opened one box in it they found scarves (triangular) red or mostly red, a couple of pirate plastic swords, some black and gold strips of cloth to make belts with, a pirate sticker-book and some squashy pirate figures (for the little one)

boys on ship
Boys on the ‘ship’

Now we are lucky.. we have a big garden .. and the type of washing line that is hauled up a steel post – renamed ‘the mast’. This made building a pirate ship easier. We headed off to the ‘old wood’ shed and collected lots of pieces of wood that had come from taking old pallets apart.  Even the 17month carried planks. And we ‘constructed’ a ship around the ‘mast’, in outline, with planks across to sit on for a deck, a plank to walk (of course) pointing out from the ship.  The finding of an old piece of flue trunking made a great cannon. A heavy lump of metal ( U shaped) was chosen to be an anchor  and duly tied to the ship with binder-twine. The sail (an old sheet with skull and crossbones drawn on by gran and shaded in by the boys) was tied to garden canes and thence to the washing line… this meant it could be raised and lowered using the line mechanism, and an old plastic lid was nailed to a piece of wood and hammered into the lawn to make a steering wheel. All that was needed now was good imaginations 🙂

The dog served very well as a sea monster too, sharking’ her way around the lawn…  and duly jumping on me when I was made to walk the plank and fell into the ‘sea’.

So the first day of pirating went well, with the rowing of totally imaginary rowing boats to islands  (trees and their patch of shade on the lawn) and general taking in turns to be captain and making the others walk the plank and chasing around the place.

boys find treasure map
boys find treasure map

Pirate Day two:  Granny prepared again I had filled a cannister with small bags of  money (5ps and 10ps that their great aunt had collected from her loose change for them) and some lovely bright shiny glass cabochons (that you can put in the bottom of vases etc) to be jewels, and had sneaked out and buried it under the leaf-litter in the woodland garden.  In another cannister I had hidden a Pirate map .. with the features of the garden all given new piratical names – hence the pond became Dragon Lake… and a stone bench became ‘the lookout point’ etc… Of course, on the map X marked the spot… and after hiding the treasure I had marked the spot with an X made of sticks… just as well as it turned out 🙂

boys treasure hunting
boys treasure hunting

I informed the boys that I had heard that there was pirate treasure on the island nearest the ship… so we all ‘rowed’ to the island and searched it. No treasure but the cannister with the map was found. We then rowed back to the ship and read the treasure map, worked out we needed to row to land, collect some shovels and set off on the journey……..

What fun! Carefully they made their way, finding the features as we went… but not just running straight to where the X should be … eventually I had to focus their search on where the X might be in relation to all the other things they had found…and that was when I asked them how they’d know where the treasure was buried. ‘There will be an X on the ground’ – I was told, with certainty!

The X was found … dug up .. and the treasure taken back to the ship… *sigh* We had so much fun!

boys openind treasure
Back on the ship – opening the treasure (2)

Later we decided to visit the post office as I thought that they could buy something with their treasure money … the oldest was a bit worried that the money might not be real (after all he’s used to ringgits)

The lovely lady who runs the post office entered in to the spirit of things and matched  her real money with the pirate money, which showed them it was real.. and they bought themselves a small treat!

boys I can be a pirate too
I can be a pirate too!

The ship was in use day after day(until grandad wanted to mow the grass) – with the boys playing their own games .. and a second map was found on a different day sending them on a different treasure hunt – this time with some chocolate gold coins in the treasure cannister!) Pirates was only one of our games – we also played other games  (with different things in a different box to kick it off)

Are you a granny who loves to play?

Do you believe imagination is the best toy?

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Addendum:

On the anniversary – 100 years since ‘the war to end all wars’ began

How to Grow Poppies

For flowers in abundance
row after row, whole
landscapes turned crimson, first
turn the soil.
Digging trenches works well.
Poppies thrive in open spaces,
the removal of trees and other shade
is recommended.
Fertilize well, blood and bone is best.
Water in, a long winter of rain at least,
and leave … nature will do the rest.

©Ann Foweraker

 

 

from our forthcoming collection (Liskeard Poetry Group)

Reflections WW1 Poems

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