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There is nothing quite like tinkering on the ivories at the end of a long day.
Chopin, Wagner, Barry Manilow ...... ahhh the masters!
I have been blessed with the gift of music though playing with two stumpy hands has been a problem I have had to overcome.
The piano at Hoar Cross was so tempting .... I just had to bang out a quick Copacabana much to the delight of my fellow guests.

Unfortunatley My Legs Are Not Long Enough

This is a rather whimsical picture of me in the bubbling foot massage area of the water grotto. Unfortunately I was unable to experience the revitalising powers of the jets on the soles of my feet as my legs were not long enough to reach. This was a pity, but it gave me time for silent contemplation, enveloped in a soothing green light and the sound of running water.

The Plunge Pool

Here's a snap of me emerging from the "Plunge Pool", the aim of the icy waters is to de-stress and detoxify - unfortunately it just made me shiver a lot and I had to be wrapped in warm towels and sip hot chocolate for three hours afterwards.

Recharging My Batteries at Hoar Cross.

Now I have got some decent clothes including pants, I've treated myself to a couple of days at a health spa (not to be mistaken for A SPAR, which is a well known grocery type shop)

The whiff of aromatherapy oils, a pipe up my bum, a vibrating chair and the sound of Kenny G in the background will give me hopefully makeme feel a new monkey.

Hmmm, come to think of it I won't need many clothes in a Spa!