Well, the letter of complaint has been sent to the KSP, and the vicious old bat herself will get her reply sent to her tomorrow. Her response took longer, because it took more effort to maintain a professional demeanour towards her than it does to the centre.
Sigh. Now to move on to funner things, like the first chapter of the new novel that I've been mentally stirring around my mind over the weekend.
AND THE RIGHT WAY!
Luscious has finally started her Certificate Four in Massage course. In three months time she'll be a fully qualified Massage Therapist. Three months after that (or maybe six, depending on whether she goes full or part time) she'll have her Diploma in Remedial Massage. After that it'll be a decision as to whether she wants to branch into a Physiotherapy degree on a part-time basis.
So here's an invitation. For the duration of her Cert 4 course she's happy to practice on willing guinea pigs for nix. Anyone who does take advantage of this automatically qualifies for a 50% 'mates rates' discount after she's qualified, ie, they'll receive the full massage experience for half price. The only thing is, you'll have to come to the Batthouse in Clarkson. The price of petrol is so high, it's not worth her while to give away both a massage and petrol. She will be available on Saturdays and Sundays.
At the moment her practice sessions will run for half an hour. As her skills and knowledge base grow, so will the time she takes. At the moment she will be concentrating on back and legs. The massage will be for relaxation, not deep tissue manipulation. This will change as she's taught new skills. She will only be taking on three clients per day, one morning and two afternoon, so you can email to make a booking.
Free massage. C'mon down!
DAMN: I WANTED DALI. OR MAYBE GAHAN WILSON...
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