fish pedicure!

I'm excited for the fish pedicure! I've been at work today and it will be a nice relaxing way to finish a disappointing and boring day of work. I had to take my break earlier than I wanted and it ruined everything! Maybe not everything, but I was annoyed for about ten minutes after I realised the implications. Apart from that and the sheer boredom my day was not so bad. I moan when it's quiet and I moan when it's busy, there really is no pleasing me.




FISH PEDICURE!!!




So, this is the day we delved into the world of fish pedicure.

Before we left, all ready to go make our way to Ringwood! We actually left on time, despite our collective awful time keeping skills.

 

 After a long stroll we made it to the coach station, where we watched some woman get shitty with the staff for about ten minutes before the coach arrived. Coaches have no room! Trains are better, alas you cannot get a train to Ringwood.

 I think the Pepsi incident illustrates the exact downfalls of coaches. This here half full bottle of Pepsi went missing after the movement of the coach made it fall off the tiny little table. It rolled away and has not been seen since. It's probably still rolling around on that coach somewhere...

After about ten minutes of walking in the wrong direction, then the right direction, and the the wrong direction again, we finally made it to the fish pedicure! It was super tickley, but actually kinda nice once you get used to it. Scarlett thinks that the filter looks like a willy. I suppose it kinda does.


Those fishies must be really full by the time it's the evening! They still nommed away at all the skin (yuk) and left us with soft feet.

The one nice photo of the evening where we don't look like tits.

Rather apt snack. I didn't realise until Scarlett pointed it out that these fishies say "swedish" on the side of them. How bizarre. They're tasty though.

We bought more snacks on the way home. Biscuit is curious.

We made it home! We made it to Ringwood and back without injuring ourselves or ending up in Wales! (I know Wales is far from Ringwood, but this is us we're talking about so it's entirely possible. We did try to get on the wrong coach on the way home and the man was like "that's silly". Well I think it's silly that both the coaches had the same number. Pleh.)