A Chela for Chela!

As I said before, my leg has been really, really sore since the move. I even (briefly) wondered if the metal brace affixed to my leg had somehow cracked. Which, of course it hasn't.

Sandra knowing my aversion for medical treatment ("It'll be grand, don't worry") slyly organised a massage with the above pictured and incredible Chela.

2 hours of being submitted to the very best massage imaginable (unless you're a dirty so & so!). Beforehand, just touching my leg was enough to send a stop-you-in-your-tracks jolt of pain through me. Well with those magic hands of hers, she just worked my sore flesh till it felt almost brand new again.

I can see why Sandra & her friends all speak so highly or her. By the end of the massage, I practically floated out of her clinic, I was that relaxed.

A chela is also a local word for a beer, which I raised later to Chela & her fabulous fingers.