Spa days

I have a slight hang-over - I won't lie to you, as with all the evenings I spend in Joseph's company. I was wined and dined till they had to roll me off my bar stool and winch me into a taxi back to Mayfair. Today, I need one of my spa days, precisely what I intend to do.

Ambar was amazing last night! Contemporary touches of deco glamour and bespoke seating create the sense of a stylish liner lounge. It's plush and spacious and spans the entire front of the ODEON. Premium cocktails and tempting bar food make it a vibrant new haven where you can linger late into the night. And li, anger we did, hence my hangover. I'm feeling pretty delicate, I can tell you. Thankfully, it was all paid for by the bar's PR Company. I wouldn't want to be the manager signing off our bar bill, but he is a close friend of Joseph's.

I decided to wake up late and treat this headache with two aspirin and a McMuffin. I'm not in the habit of eating that much grease, but there is something about McDonald's that cures even the worst hangovers. Once I'd had ten minutes of fresh air and a gentle stroll down Oxford Street, I felt slightly less like I wanted to bark at my fellow pedestrians. I was even sweeter once the McMuffin was in my hand. Yes, I may like a champagne lifestyle, but I'm an ordinary girl, and ordinary escorts need spa days, too.

At 12.30 pm, I met Louis in Covent Garden for an afternoon pampering (his ‘and her style) at The Waldorf Hilton Hotel. I had already packed my designer holdall en route to buy breakfast, so it was a hop and a skip round the corner to let my stomach settle 'Spa Style'. All I could think about was wrapping up in a fresh bathrobe and being horizontal for a while. I do enjoy spa days, and I intend to make the most of this one.

Louis is as close to a gay friend as I will ever get without him being gay. A member of the male-only Nickel Spa, Louis is entirely metrosexual, heterosexual and overtly sexual. I knew a 45-minute full body massage would arouse him to drag me into the Jacuzzi for sub-foam frolics. I caught his eye over my folded arms and gave him a wink that promised a few "extras" of my own. I knew once the treatments were over and were wrinkled from the hot tub; he'd want his favourite London escort to moisturise him all over in our luxury room….

And now I am home again, pink, fresh-faced and unknotted. You must love Spa Days (read: small mercies) - and the bonus of planning your week well in advance!