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Sunday, 25 March 2012

Evidence that a week at a health spa doesn't always yield the results you're looking for

The fact that my daughter sent me a teabag in my Mother's Day card ('I thought I'd buy you a drink, Mum') reminded me of the teabag knickers I made once.

My sister press-ganged me a few years ago into going to a 7 Days of Torture Holiday, otherwise called a week at a health spa.  It was in a hotel in Scotland.  Before I tell you about the teabag knickers, here are my main memories from the week.

1. Having a bath in peat will mean that you will be expelling peat from myriad orifices for weeks afterwards and will still have dried mud in your bellybutton a year later.

2. If you will insist on eating a lake of porridge first thing in the morning, in panic that the rest of the day will only involve mung beans, you can expect to feel uncomfortable lying face-down for a massage ten minutes later while someone pummels your back as though tenderising steak.

3. A healthy walk along a loch usually involves involuntary ingestion of four thousand midges. See point 1 about orifices.

4. Going to a health spa with a sister who looks like you but is half the size is a bit like going around as your Before and After pictures.

5. Being wrapped in cling film for some therapy treatments makes you truly empathise with bacon in a way you never expected to.

Anyway, the teabag knickers.

When we had our sessions for the various therapies we usually had to take all our clothes off and were given a pair of these.


I took one look at them, then another look at the therapist, and thought, 'You're having a LARF!', then plucked up all my courage, resolved to do battle and protest, and said ...

Okay then, I'll put them on


the way you do when you are in an institution and daren't not conform.  What a loser.  All I could think of, while I was lying there, and she was slapping the Dead Sea combined with a paste made of cockroaches all over my body, was, 'Why don't they make teabags in larger sizes?'  Actually, I was also thinking, 'Will she run out of Dead Sea before she gets down to my knees?'

Not that I'm self-conscious about my size, or anything.

That evening, two of the men on the Week of Torture were talking to me and my sister at Mung Bean Time, and we asked them what happened when they had their massages.  Did they get to wear teabag knickers?  No, they said.  They were allowed to keep their normal pants on.

Sexist or what?

They wouldn't believe us about the teabag knickers and kept teasing us about them.  So, on the last day of the course, before breakfast, my sister and I filched a couple of teabags from the kitchen, found some string from somewhere and sat in our bedroom making teabag knickers for them.

You've never done that in a hotel bedroom before?  Where have you BEEN?  

We waited outside the guys' rooms to present them with their special gifts, only to find that they had overslept, having sneaked off in the night - the sods - to have a drinking and junk food session in the local town.  But when they finally woke up and staggered into the breakfast room, we ceremonially presented them with the knickers, much to the bewilderment of the other guests, I'm sure.

But, if you knew my sister and me, and the way we are when we're together, you'd understand that we had bewildered the other guests days before that.  The peat falling out of our trousers when we stood up wasn't a good start, it has to be said.

26 comments:

  1. Thanks for the larf!I've got a sister like that......

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    1. Glad you enjoyed it, Molly.

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  2. Love number four, before and after picture. Funny.

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    1. Thanks, Stephen. If only it weren't true.

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  3. Do you think they issued teabag knickers to reduce the risk of straining oneself?

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    1. Ah, the Punmeister strikes again!

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  4. oh just great.
    I spent a w.e at a health spa once (long story as to why) and had to flirt outrageously with the chef (teabag knickers at the ready) in order to obtain contraband toast.
    Hungriest, most miserable 3 days of my life
    xx

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    1. I really love the idea of contraband toast. I guess you'd get burnt toast off the black market?....

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  5. I believe Guantanamo Bay is being marketed as a health spa. Enough said.

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    1. I don't think I'll book myself in, Steve.

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  6. I've never been so glad that I have brothers.

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    1. I have one of those, too! But he's never made me have a peat bath.

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  7. I don't get around to read your blog as much as I should. I must mend my ways because it is one of the few blogs which genuinely makes me laugh, and that is quite some compliment from a miserable old bugger like me.

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    1. You always say the nicest things. My favourite comment of the day (she says, narcissistically). (Oops, that's been underlined in red. Maybe it's not a word!)

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  8. umm, I warned my daughter about these fetching knickers as we drove to a day spa recently. Then I saw a disgarded pair in the changing room - eww. Luckily we were allowed to wear our own pants for the massage.

    I know ALL ABOUT torture retreats having gone to a week's T'ai Chi retreat to find the others had declared it a SILENT RETREAT. Now I was pretty quiet at school but have spent years making up for that so you can imagine the shock.
    This was compounded by the most revolting SAGE tea on offer several times a day.
    I raided the kitchen cupboards & came out jubilantly clutching a packet of Builders' tea. I also discovered that the chef kept a stash of Nescafe so he became my new best friend.
    Then a very charismatic New Zealander decided to talk and so I joined in.

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    1. That was a very funny account. Yes, I can imagine the shock indeed. Thank goodness for charismatic New Zealanders, bless em.

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  9. What I want to know is how you managed to make two pairs of knickers out of "a couple of" tea bags? Were these very small men? Or did they merely have very small...parts? In which (the latter) case, how did you know? Could it be that you and your sister were up to more than mere starvation and pummelling? I think your readers (or this reader) deserve to know.

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    1. Honestly! The insinuATion in this comment!

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  10. I just knew you were a secret contributor to Mollie Makes magazine .

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    1. So secret, I know nothing about it. What's Mollie Makes magazine? Is it a craft magazine? With nice cushions and drapes and things to put on the back of your sofa? If so, I don't think they'll take my teabag knickers design ..

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    2. I haven't read it , what with it's being new and my being cack handed .... but from all I've seen of the wonderfully colourful covers , it's all about being bright , bouncy and creative . Tea bag knickers with red polka dots , really .

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    3. I'll go away in a minute , I promise , but not until I've apologised for the apostrophe .
      Grovel .

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  11. Was the tea still in the teabags? We need to know.

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    1. Oh yes, oh yes, you have to leave the tea in. For modesty's sake.

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  12. Popped in to say hi! I would have died if someone wanted me to wear teabag panties! I can't even get a manicure...I run away!

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    1. Hiya! Thanks for dropping by. And for leaving me with that wonderful image of you running away followed by a lady with lots of make-up and clacky shoes wielding a nail file.

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