The first pedicure of the season is always a reason to be cheerful. And, cheerful is the order of the day at Village of Beauty.
I walked in to sunshine streaming onto the plumply cushioned window seats. Instantly at home I felt the need to lie down on one, like a kitten about to be pampered to within an inch of its life.
“Oh, our clients often want to do this” Kamila told me, “In fact one of them did, she fell asleep right there.”
I could just imagine. What’s not to love about a comfy sofa-like seat, sunshine on your face and the gentle hum around you of ‘me’ time being relished.
Downstairs I lay back on the therapist’s bed and thought of beaches and waves, sea salt and sangria that a treatment of this nature usually precludes. Kamila’s voice softly spoke to me, and any pain was minimised.
I noticed a photograph of Marilyn on the wall and asked where it came from. “I’ve never seen that picture of her in my life before” I said, astonished.
“Ah, I pick it up at a car boot sale – it was just £1, somewhere in Wimbledon I think.”
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