When I took on the challenge of the five-day ‘boot camp’ at Good Vibes this dark, miserable January, I thought I would have to drag myself to its central London studios for a workout each day. Yet I actually got really into it and loved trying the different things on offer at the gyms – warm yoga, Power Plates and spin.

Good Vibes offers fitness services out of two sites, Covent Garden and Fitzrovia. The Covent Garden site is decidedly more sexy than the Fitzrovia location. Fitzrovia is a little rough around the edges but the staff there are just as warm and helpful as in Covent Garden.

I absolutely adored the Glow Yoga sessions which are held at the Covent Garden gym. If you live in London and have a stressful job all you need to do is come to a couple of sessions a week and you’ll feel de-stressed and ready to face life’s little challenges once again. For a start, the room is heated to the temperature of a hot summer’s day.

You feel comfortable at the beginning of your session, making muscles more flexible. You heat up a bit throughout and get sweaty enough to feel you’ve done good but you don’t feel as though you’re about to faint as tends to happen in Bikram Yoga studios. The expert yoga practitioners take you through the sessions, which are aimed at all levels. Afterwards I felt energised and toned.

Some of you will have heard of Power Plates. For those who haven’t, you do a set of different exercises on a platform that vibrates extremely hard!  The idea behind it is that it makes your muscles work overtime. The beauty of it is that you only have to do it for 25 minutes.

Finally you can do spin at Good Vibes’ Fitzrovia gym. Basically, you rock out on a bike to loud music for 45 minutes, training hard with an instructor who shouts encouraging commands and by the end of it you feel as though you may faint. But an hour after that, you feel amazing!

So my diary was cleared out to make way for Glow Yoga, Power Plates and spin for five days on the trot. The sessions were really complementary – Power Plates to tone, spin to lose weight and yoga to build flexibility. Although it was a big effort I really enjoyed working out with Good Vibes – it was the perfect antidote to the sluggishness I had felt after the festive period.

A pass for all classes comes to £135 per month which I found quite expensive, but if you have the money and want to stay sane while keeping fit I’d definitely recommend you try out some of the sessions. You can also choose to do shorter ‘boot camp’ style classes at less cost.

Good Vibes Covent Garden
14-16 Betterton Street
Covent Garden
WC2H 9BU

Tel: 020 7240 6111

Good Vibes Fitzrovia
11 Tottenham Street
Fitzrovia
W1T 2AQ

Tel: 0207 580 1276

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Good Vibes in the West End

When it comes to exercise classes I have all the co-ordination of Dads Army’s Corporal Jones. So the prospect of being showed the latest moves by a dance troupe of drag queens, whose legs are roughly the same length as my entire body, fills me with no small amount of dread.

Booze is my usual choice method of public embarrassment. But tonight I’ve chosen drag queen dance classes with the fabulous Globe Girls at Cabaret Floridita.

Luckily for me, we’re greeted with a mojito to kick the evening off, with the Globe Girls emerging as otherworldly sequined giantesses ready to impart their knowledge on how to get that perfect Diva Walk. A quick change of shoes is required here, as the first rule of Drag Club is strictly: no flats allowed.

‘Now take what you have and just stretch it that bit more. Believe it or not I don’t walk like this when I go into Sainsbury’s,’ instructs one of the girls after my rather self-conscious diva shuffling attempts. ‘In real life I’m a shy and retiring man, but when I’m on stage in the outfit and with the make-up on I’m something else!’

To call the evening an exercise class is slightly misleading; it’d be more accurately described as a series of visual treats – the centrepiece being a phenomenal drag-alicious performance of All the Single Ladies. The rendition proves the Globe Girls’ well-deserved acclaim, having danced in front of such illuminates as Elton John, Prince Edward and (whisper your hushed respect) the Queen of Pop herself: Beyonce.

Some clumsy wobbling and plenty of giggling follows as we’re taught a couple of the same moves before Gladiator’s Tornado (Or ‘Torpedo’ as one of the Globe Girls nicknames him) appears wearing the tiniest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen and gives us some fitness advice. He mentions something about eating grapefruits and we do a couple of squat thrusts, but I suspect Tornado’s main reason for being here is to look ripped in his minuscule pants.

And if that isn’t enough adornment for the eyes, we have the gorgeously chiselled Peter, sporting nothing but a pair of sparkly leggings and torso you could crack an egg with, on hand to offer us non-alcoholic cocktails for refreshment half way through the ‘work out’. For the rest of the time Peter’s main job is to sit and look beautiful.

After the class we go down to the club and enjoy an evening of top-notch cabaret with singer Rachael Wooding, burlesque performer Sophia St Villier, and more dancing from the girls with plenty of athletics, sequins, and humour in equal measure.

At £25 a lesson (£55 with the three-course Cuban meal thrown in) this evening is probably more of a one-off than a regular exercise class – perfect for a hen night, in fact.

Probably the most fun I’ve had wearing heels in a long time. A night guaranteed to help you connect with your inner drag queen – which – let’s face it, girls – we could all benefit from doing occasionally.

The next drag queen dance class is scheduled for 15 February, 2012, at:

Floridita
100 Wardour Street
Soho
W1F 0TN

Tel: 020 7314 4028

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Drag Queen Dance Class at Floridita

Every now and then I realise how little I know about the body I live in. Let’s face it, how much do you really listen to your body? How often do you do what’s best for it? Well, in my case, not a lot and not often are the answers to those questions. Life can be busy, and making sure that I drink the odd vitamin-enriched smoothie is about the extent to which I look after myself!

This is why it’s a good job that help is in on hand to fix those problems and make yourself feel new again! Yes, I’m talking about massages. After a Christmas full of eating and drinking followed by a stressful two weeks back at work, I’d booked myself in for a Thai Combination Massage at Sabai Leela around the corner from Earls Court tube station.

This was to be the second professional massage I’ve ever had, so I’m still new to the experience. For instance, when you’re given a robe to put on, how many of your own clothes are you supposed to remove? All of them? I stuck with the safe option and kept my pants on – best to avoid any awkward scenes! (I’m pretty sure that’s the correct thing to do). So, after putting my clothes in the locker provided I was led to a softly-lit room with a table in the middle complete with soothing music.

The masseuse briefly exited while I laid face-down on the table and was soon back to get started with the Combination Massage. I could be wrong, but I think it started with her walking up and down on me. That sounds a little absurd, but that is what it felt like. My face was pointing towards the floor so I didn’t really know what was going on up there. But how could someone of such petite frame be capable of exerting that much downward pressure?

Don’t get me wrong, it felt good and perhaps one of the things I’ve noticed in my limited experience of massages is I’m not really sure what body part they use to massage you with. I guess your body adjusts to the sensation, and I was left thinking: whatever you’re doing, keep doing it!

The masseuse expertly worked each area using oils with a mixture of gentle stretches, deep tissue manipulation and acupuncture points. My one-hour session went by in a flash, and I was left feeling relaxed but also extremely flexible. The stiffness in my back had gone and I felt rejuvenated. As nice as smoothies are, they won’t make you feel this good!

I used to think massages were a luxury item, like ordering caviar or champagne. Now I would say it is as important as regular exercise or eating healthily. It is both relaxing and very good for the body.

Before leaving I was offered a detox tea and encouraged to sit and relax before braving the London rush-hour, which is a nice touch.

Sabai Leela also offers use of their herbal steam and sauna rooms before your treatment if you can arrive 30 minutes early, and if my schedule had allowed I would have definitely taken advantage of that!

A one-hour Combination Massage costs £55, going up to £80 for 90 minutes and £105 for 120 minutes. They offer a wide range of other treatments too.

Sabia Leela
282 Old Brompton Road
Fulham
SE5 9HR

Tel: 020 7373 7763

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Thai Massage at Sabai Leela

It wouldn’t be January without an article about getting back into some kind of fitness and health regime after the almighty binge-fest that is Christmas and New Year, now would it?

We all know that running is the fastest, cheapest, most convenient and most practical way to burn off three tins of Quality Streets and a block of Stilton. The trouble is the time of year: before work, it’s dark. After work, it’s dark. So how about on your lunch break? Work with me for a moment, here. It gets you out of the office, into the fresh (albeit damp) air, will genuinely make you feel better, and London is full of running routes.

This piece is delivered with fervent thanks to Lucy Miller, fitness editor and personal trainer at health and fitness magazine; Clarissa Widya; and Richard Dennis.

Regent’s Park

For a 5km run, start at Adeleide Road Swiss Cottage Library and run the 1km to Regent’s Park as your warm-up. Run down Avenue Road on the left side, cross Prince Albert Road, and run right around the park on the Outer Circle until you find the first set of gates to enter, and stretch here.  Then run to the Inner Circle and follow it until you hit Chester Road. Run down Chester Road to Broadwalk, dodging the kids on scooters, until you’re back on the Outer Circle. Run left and around past London Zoo and you’ll end up on Avenue Road once more.

For shorter options, use the football pitches to do intervals – jog to one end and sprint back ten times. Head over to Primrose Hill for a harder version: hill sprints, walking down to recover. For a flat but scenic route, try the canal path in Regent’s Park.

The Isle Of Dogs

This circular route is just about a 5km run. You’ll notice on a map that on the Isle of Dogs, Marsh Wall, Westferry Road and Manchester Road form a nice loop that takes in Island Gardens and South Quay tube stops. For a slightly shorter route, cut up through the Isle of Dogs on East Ferry Road.

Canary Wharf and Heron Quay

For a shorter run, still in the same area, a couple of laps of Heron Quay will give you a nice quick route to follow. Bonus points if you run against the wind.

Tools for lunch break runs

Map My Run is one of the most valuable tools for joggers: calculate your mileage and plan your route so you know where you are going before you head out.

Totally Sporty also lets you search for running groups in London if you want company or extra motivation.

Boutique Sport holds a Tuesday night running club in Covent Garden and Nike Town also leads running groups after work, with a Tuesday group for women.

Tips for lunch break runs

Run in groups. It will keep you motivated, and no one likes to be the first to drop out.

Be organised. Keep some spare kit and a change of clothes in your drawer and if you have long hair, opt for an up-do that works for both the office and the gym.

Time your meals and snacks so your stomach is not growling or stuffed when you exercise. Between one to two hours before working out, have a carb-packed snack. Think of it like a mini second breakfast: a little granola with skimmed milk or some trail mix.

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London’s Lunch Break Jogging Routes

London is full of busy young professionals who try to defy the odds and make money in the recession. While these modern Londoners may be in their twenties and thirties, the majority are not making wedding plans or changing nappies.

However, even the Londoner is not immune to wanting love. Conundrum: how to meet the love of your life when you are in the office from eight till eight and have a busy social life to boot? Dating sites such as Lovestruck.com offer one kind of a solution: find other singles in your work area so you can arrange a quick coffee date, a lunch date or an after-work date.

According to the website, this is ideal: you don’t have to have time for a traditional evening date or have to go through the ‘ignominy’ of speed dating. Download a smartphone app and you can date on the move.

Call me old-fashioned but this set-up worries me, specifically, the expectations of a relationship that are created – and the confusion or even disappointment when these expectations aren’t met.

We live in a world where email correspondence, once condemned for its impersonal nature, has been further condensed to a one liner or 140 characters on our social media pages. Quick and convenient but not a solid foundation for a strong relationship: how many of your 300+ Facebook friends do you personally speak to each week? How many could you call in a crisis?

‘Quick’ and ‘convenient’ are two words just not associated with relationships. Absolutely, test the chemistry of a date over a coffee but what happens after? Do you cram in lunch for date number two, when your client meeting at 11 has moved to three? Fit in a quickie in the office toilets before heading out to your mate’s birthday drinks or your zumba class?

If you don’t have time to date, why on earth look for a relationship? If you are looking for love rather than lust (in which case you should be sorted by date number three), you will have to accommodate it. Surely, wanting to love/be loved/be in a relationship is completely legit: you shouldn’t have to sneak it in on the side.

Especially a busy young professional, living in a world where time is money, should understand the value of investment. The same goes for relationships: in the end, you get what you pay for.

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Dating in London

‘Sex is fun,’ said number ten.

‘Not always.’

‘Sex is fun,’ he repeated, in the tone of someone smoothing over a diplomatic incident.

The scene of this awkward discussion? Amuse Bouche, a West End cocktail bar and Original Dating’s speed dating site for Soho. Ah, speed-dating. A step in the romantically organised direction that’s not as committed as signing away £32 a month to Guardian Soulmates. Everyone who speed-dates claims to be doing it ‘for a laugh’ yet the business is serious enough for niche versions (halal speed dating anyone?) to have sprung up in the marketplace.

With some freed-up leisure time and an inert love life in common, my friend and I decided to wade in these modern waters. We were curious and concluded the £20 receipt could be filed under ‘life experience expenses’. If you have higher plans for that £20, you are wise. As it turned out, comparable ‘life experiences’ include sitting beside the most talkative person on the train and trying to amuse a relative’s boring spouse.

Of course, as with job applications, it’s a numbers game and no one claims that there won’t be mismatches. But with the man carousel dropping off a new chap every three minutes, the excruciating dualogues should – in theory – be balanced with charming chemical exchanges. A flaw is that if there is any situation designed to kill charm and chemistry it’s one dominated by formulaic chitchat, transparent motives and a shrill whistle going off every three minutes.

Original Dating gives each of its attendees a form with three columns: love match, friendship match and no match. Covertly (or uncovertly, according to taste) the form is filled in during the event and afterwards findings are copied to an equivalent online table. Matches are then emailed out. If there are no matches, OD promises another session for free.

There were a couple of men I got along with but couldn’t tell whether this was the result of my increasingly bizarre mood. Said mood was created by the dawning reality that my speed-dating experience was less ‘a laugh’ and more ‘market research into jobs people have’. This epiphany distressed and honed a desire to find someone who would squish the experience back into the promised ‘a laugh’ mould. When this person finally arrived, in muscular Australian form, my response to his mild witticisms was somewhere between enthusiastic and bonkers.

Once the initial high of the Aussie’s company faded, shame at my borderline hysterical response to him took hold. Ultimately unable to tell, on the strength of three mins and weakness of other speed daters, whether the Aussie and I had connected – or merely commiserated,  I couldn’t bring myself to tick the ‘love match’ option. And the ‘friend match’? Who wants that wooden spoon?

I went home convinced that the sometimes unrewarding road of leaving love to chance is better than trying to box the magic.

And as for number ten, if he had any fun that night it was by his own hand.

Original Dating
36 Langham Street
Marylebone
London
W1W 7AP 

Tel: 020 7323 6730

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Speed Dating: Not Fast Love

As a Yorkshire man, I don’t do ‘detox’, nor would I undertake a juice diet just to fit into a pair of jeans. In fact, if I didn’t have constant female supervision I’d be happy to eat sticks of butter wrapped in partridge meat all day.

Paradoxically, this behaviour makes me a perfect candidate to try a healthy eating programme. Cue Nosh, a wellbeing and detox venture that guides you through – and provides you with – healthy food and drink choices.

Founded by Geeta Sidhu-Robb, each of Nosh’s nutritionist-driven programmes are designed to help you with weight loss, allergies, fertility issues, illness or nutritional deficiencies. With several plans offering food delivered straight to your door, a quick browse of their website shows an array of packages filled with promise. However, I did still see evidence of more dubious regimes such as the ’7lbs in 7 days’ weight loss plan. Although not a nutritionist myself, many reputable sources – such as the NHS (online) – suggest no more than 1-2lbs per week, so it does raise eyebrows.

Let’s not dwell on that though. I was far more interested in attending one of Nosh’s healthy eating cooking classes (beginner, intermediate or expert: currently £45-£85) held in Geeta’s own South Kensington kitchen, hosted by resident chef/nutritionist Tatu Bearcroft. On my visit, Tatu began with a vibrantly green spinach and parsley soup from the beginner’s menu. Minutes to make, and suitably tasty, it was a pleasant start, and well suited to the less experienced cook. However, even more pleasing than the soup was the information that Tatu conveyed throughout.

‘Your medicine cabinet should be your kitchen,’ she said, beginning what was to be quite a masterclass in dietary deficiencies, overindulgences and the nutritional contents of each ingredient. Parsley? Good for the heart. Garlic? A potent anti-inflammatory… and so on. Knowledge often went quite deep and, as a scientist whose day job revolves around heart research, I was particularly impressed with her understanding of the heart and its associated nutritional dependencies.

But back to the food. Our main course consisted of chicken in a chermoulla sauce (a mix of herbs and spices), served with roasted vegetables and quinoa tabouleh. Everything was full of flavour – albeit a little too heavy on the cloves for my taste – and a satisfying meal whether you are health-conscious or not. In fact, the only real disappointment came with the last course. Taken from the expert menu, it consisted of chopped fresh fruit, coconut cream, herbs and nuts. By all means healthy, but rather unimaginative and over-simplified for a budding ‘expert’ student.

Despite what my fellow attendees said, I don’t believe the cooking courses will give you new ideas for dinner parties as the flavours and wow factor of each dish didn’t match up to other ‘full fat’ courses I have been to. To be fair though, I’m not sure that is Nosh’s intention; it is more about a healthy and personal approach to everyday food, and in that sense I can fully recommend the cooking classes. Not for the recipes, per se, but for the food education aspect which I found fascinating, enlightening and extremely commendable.

Nosh Detox
14 Neville Terrace
South Kensington
SW7 3AT

Tel: 0845 257 6674

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Healthy Detox With Nosh

I’m embarrassed to admit this, but until a couple of days ago I’d never had a massage in the UK. Ever. Why? Not sure, really. Lack of opportunity and occasion, I suppose, but mostly it just wouldn’t have occurred to me.

When travelling in parts of the world that don’t give much priority to the state of the roads, the occasional massage was practically medicinal after long, bumpy bus rides. In London, attributing the need for a massage to the tube just seems a bit decadent.

But I’m rapidly coming to a new conclusion, after an aromatherapy massage at the Chelsea Day Spa Boutique. The Chelsea Day Spa has decided to branch out, and in October 2011 opened up the Boutique, found on the brilliantly named Hollywood Road. The Boutique is a beautiful little place, calm and peaceful, with a very tranquil atmosphere. It’s got a great location, too – off busy Fulham Road, but tucked away in quiet residential streets, so there’s already a feeling of a sanctuary.

The massage was very fulfilling indeed – ginger, ylang ylang and lavender oils galore, administered by the lovely Shugar. I went for the ‘relaxing’ option, deciding that my muscles didn’t need a pummelling that day. And thoroughly relaxing it was, too – I didn’t quite fall asleep but I definitely felt very soothed and peaceful. I became aware of muscles that I’d all but forgotten about. It was a slightly guilty reminder that I don’t really take care of my body enough; rather I just expect it to push on through whatever I make it do. And most of all it was a feeling of ‘Aahhhh.’

But it was more than just a lovely, relaxing time. As I lay there, my brain whirling around as is its wont, even when it’s supposed to be chilling out, I wondered why on earth we don’t do more of this kind of thing. I don’t just mean massage. Why is it that our society makes so little provision for compulsory relaxation and meditation time?

Lying on my belly in the soft twilight, I started thinking about my way of life. I started feeling positive about getting up earlier in the mornings, about doing more exercise, about being more organised, more calm and confident. I literally started to re-plan my life from the comfort of the massage table.

And it’s a feeling I recognise from the end of a really good yoga class, or a meditation session. It’s a really great feeling, and I wonder why we don’t aim to experience it at least once a day. It can’t just be because it’s an unprofitable use of time – we place a very high value on our right to leisure time in this country. It might be nice to start every day like that and go out into the world feeling calm, confident and capable.

The Chelsea Day Spa Boutique
53 Hollywood Road
Chelsea
SW10 9HX

Tel: 020 7351 4555

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The Chelsea Day Spa Boutique

Movember brings with it a strange sense of cameraderie. The older gents tell me they’re proud they can still grow one. You get weird nods from men you don’t know, invariably from those alpha males with beautiful full uppers. The compliments over beer: ‘Dude… You look like Hulk Hogan.’ The side-by-side face-stroking in the queue for coffee and the constant conversation about the state of one’s mo.

Movember is simple: for the month formerly known as November, men turn their upper lips into hairy billboards for the promotion of male health, and through their efforts raise money for The Prostate Cancer Charity and the Institute of Cancer Research.

I have always secretly wanted to have a go at growing a mo, but had never tried for fear of ridicule. The whole office seemed to start laughing when we started discussing if we would do Movember, which suggested we were on to a good thing, so we got a team of twenty men together: The Jestico + Whiles Architects Grow Mos for Men’s Health, or Testicles + Smiles for short.

Some have taken a short cut and just shaped their already-bushy beards, but most of us have grown them faithfully. No-one is used to their new look: you see chaps do a double take in the mirror and then the hand slides to the mo as a proud stroke begins. Yeah, I grew that; impressive, manly.

However, it turns out that mos are officially disgusting. There is a constant stream of comments like ‘you look like a ’70s porn star’ or ‘I’m not letting you near my children wearing that’, and my favourite: ‘You look like an anorexic strongman from the ’30s.’

Well, a fella can put up with cheap jibes, but it’s the reaction from loved ones that hurts. Such as my friend Phil’s mother, when he said he was doing Movember: ‘Are you? I didn’t notice, I’m sure it will be great in a month.’

At the water cooler, chaps swap tips for keeping one’s mo in tip-top condition – some have even resorted to applying Aussie 3-Minute Miracle to offending follicles. Some of us men haven’t had a kiss in a month for the complaint of scratchiness. At first I didn’t understand what all the fuss was about, but in the past week my mo has turned against its master and now when I kiss my wife it needles my flesh and I want it to end. It’s a good cause, I say to myself, but thankfully there is only a week to go.

To find out what all the com-Mo-tion is about, visit the Movember website as well as keeping up with Andrew’s progress.

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Movember in London

My neck and back were getting seriously unhappy with me. My lifestyle is currently hectic in the extreme, with equal parts of being hunched forward on a scooter, hunched over a camera tripod and hunched up at my desk. It was taking its toll, and my neck muscles were starting to resemble taut, knotted rope. Nice.

So you can imagine that when I was offered the opportunity to try out Aromatherapy Associate’s new treatment, the City Stress Buster – well, it was practically fate. Off I went to be de-stressed.

I had been booked in for what they call a ‘City Stress Buster’, but although it has a name, this isn’t an off-the-peg kind of treatment. I was given a card to fill out, which identified both how I have been feeling generally and specifically how I was feeling today. Had I not already known, a stressful lifestyle can manifest in many different ways, from headaches to sleepless nights. I was also careful to point out my particular aches and pains and my dreadful posture. From this, my therapist Michelle identified what was needed.

Unlike most people, I had never had the pleasure of any kind of treatment or massage in the past, so the whole experience was totally new to me. I have to admit I was quite unsure of any particular etiquette that I was supposed to follow. Does one remove all clothing? Or just some?  It’s not something you want to get wrong! Luckily I was in safe hands and every step was explained.

I was shown into the therapy room which had low lighting, peaceful background music and the massage table. Michelle had warned that the treatment may make me fall asleep and that she wouldn’t consider it rude if I did. In fact, it meant that the de-stressing was working.

The 60 minute session was broken down into 45 minutes of back, shoulder and neck massage and then 15 minutes of head and face. Perhaps it was down to the state of my back, but although incredibly relaxing, I wasn’t going to fall asleep. Instead, I felt myself slowly unwind as Michelle homed in on certain pressure points, my brain loosening just as much as my shoulders. At the end my whole upper body felt incredibly free, like there was suddenly less gravity and even felt I could be a couple of inches taller!

It was never going to be rock-bottom fees, and you’d be foolish to expect it, but given Aromatherapy Associates’ location in Knightsbridge and the overall loveliness of the place, the prices are extremely reasonable. 60-minute treatments come in at £90, 90 minutes will set you back £120 and the wonderfully long 120 minute treatments go for £150, and these treatments range all the way from facials to scrub-and-wrap treatments to full-body massages. There are also a range of complementary 30 minute treatments, including hair treatments and foot massages, which cost £45. And I’ll just quickly mention it for those whom it concerns – there are a couple of pregnancy treatments on the list too – a massage and a skin nourisher designed for pregnant ladies.

Obviously I expected to be relaxed afterwards, but I also felt a little more informed about myself. Perhaps, in general we don’t listen to our bodies and perhaps we should a whole lot more. My immediate thought was of all the stressed-out friends I could recommend this to. Or, with Christmas coming, how good a gift this makes.

Aromatherapy Associates
5 Montpelier Street
Knightsbridge
SW7 1EX

Tel: 020 7838 1117

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Aromatherapy Associates’ Stress Bust