Massages and little fishies...

I must be the only person in the world who doesn't get excited about massages. Massages from a loved one are different.... Im talking about massages by a masseur...
I find that I go, spend an hour looking uncomfortable and trying not to show that it's hurting me! Even the softest massages hurt me! Hmmm think I'll stick to finding a nice man with good hands in future :)

Now, have you seen all those fish spa things in shopping centres lately? There's one here, but it's a small lake.... Called Dr Fish.
I've walked past those fish spas in England and stood and watched, intrigued, but never been able to actually use one. I have a thing about fish. They're pretty, they're tasty, but they don't need to be touching me. I had trouble cleaning my tiny fish tank when I was younger. My mum must have loved me having pet fish....
I thought I'd try to be brave and try Dr Fish seeing as its staring me in the face and I really should give everything a go. I stood staring at the mini lake for quite a lot of minutes... wondering if the little fishies would hurt me... I took a small step in... The fish left me alone. Phew! Another step and a few inquisitive fish came to swim around me. This is ok, I thought, until one giant fish decided to swim into me (this little 5cm fish seemed like a massive tuna in my head) and I was out of the lake in a flash... Seems I won't be trying that out again!
Just to let you know, I did go back and think about trying to go in again, but thinking is as far as I got!! :)

The greatest failure is the failure to try (William Ward)