Seeing as I'm still struggling with iffy joints, thought I'd give it a go. Junior, of course, had the job of Chief Massager. lol We struck a deal. A sort of "I'll do yours if you do mine" type of arrangement. I explained to Junior about reflexology and she seems quite interested, so my old books are coming out:o)
Anyway, 20 mins each using the Barefoot Doctor lotion that we had kicking about. Was bliss. No smelly feet and, I can walk alot better. Junior is happy, too. It's relaxed her and she went straight to the land of BoBos once her head hit the pillow:o)
We're doing this twice weekly now, purely for relaxation and footcare.
I did think of this as a possible new career in a former life. That or herbal medicine, which I have great respect for. It cured me of gallstones and I was eyeing up university courses at one point but the unis were too far away for someone with kids and I would never have been able to manage everything. Sigh.....so, for now, I potter about.
Daughter is into herbs. She has her pots of basic stuff, which she's always snipping and adding to her food. We sometimes buy pots of basil and coriander and she munches the leaves as we walk around the supermarket!! eeeek!! She is, of course, into cookery and especially likes this person, so Santa is bringing her this. Junior isn't vegetarian; she'll be trying out all these recipes asap, me thinks. When she has her cooking head on, the kitchen looks like it's been hit by a hurricane. lol ! Clearing up is always the worst job and is when I wish I had a dishwasher. I think she likes this particular chef/cook because she's very even tempered and informative, with none of that effing and blinding that some of the other chefs seem to deem necessary.
Tomorrow is 'attempt to waddle around town' day and purchase stuff. I have not a lot of dosh and I'm not really into overindulgence nowadays. I've seen the light!! lol The green/eco/frugal way for moi:o)) Trouble is, most people I know seem to think the more you spend on someone, the better it is. The boys, especially, feel the need to spend fifty quid on each present. 'Tis madness. Told them no more than a fiver for me, tenner at the most as it's the thought that counts. The less you spend, the more thought you give to the gift. Here endeth my sermon. lol
Anyway, need to get arse into gear. Humbug!!