Anna's Sports & Rehabilitation Massage

29/01/2025

Finally getting a fancy fan to further help everyone stay cool. Heat reflecting paint on the roof, and roller shutters means we'll all stay cool AND safe from the zombie apocalypse.

28/12/2024

When one of your kittens makes its own pillows fort!

28/12/2024

Well, now Christmas is done, I'm sure you're all well past due a massage to recover from the stress of so much family time, lol.

So my opening days are....

SUNDAY 29th December
MONDAY 30th December
THURSDAY 2nd January
FRIDAY 3rd January
SATURDAY 4th January

Then normal working hours from the 6th January 2025.

Message me to book in. Spaces are limited.

Happy new year you lovely people. 😁

23/11/2024

Wonderful woman!

When Frances Perkins was a little girl, she asked her parents why nice people could be poor. Her father told her not to worry about those things, and that poor people were poor because they were lazy and drank.

Eventually, she went to Mount Holyoke College, and majored in physics. In her final semester, she took a class in American economic history and toured the mills along the Connecticut River to see working conditions. She was horrified. Eventually, instead of teaching until she married, she earned a masters degree in social work from Columbia University. In 1910, Perkins became Executive Secretary of the New York City Consumers League.

Frances Perkins campaigned for sanitary regulations for bakeries, fire protection for factories, and legislation to limit the working hours for women and children in factories to 54 hours per week. She worked mainly in New York State’s capital, Albany. There, she made friends with politicians, and learned how to lobby.

On March 25th, 1911, Frances was having tea with friends when they heard fire engines.

They ran to see what was happening, and witnessed one of the worst workplace disasters in US history. The Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire was devastating, killing 146 people, mostly young women and girls.

Frances watched as fire escapes collapsed and fireman ladders couldn’t reach the women trapped by the flames. She watched 47 workers leap to their deaths from the 8th and 9th floors.

Poignantly, just a year before these same women and girls had fought for and won the 54 hour work week and other benefits that Frances had championed. These women weren’t just tragic victims, they were heroes of the labor force.

Frances at that moment resolved to make sure their deaths meant something.

A committee to study reforms in safety in factories was formed, and Perkins became the secretary. The group took on not only fire safety, but all other health issues they could think of. Perkins, by that time a respected expert witness, helped draft the most comprehensive set of laws regarding workplace health and safety in the country.

Other states started copying New York’s new laws to protect workers.
Perkins continued to work in New York for decades, until she was asked by President Elect Franklin D. Roosevelt in 1933 to serve as Secretary of Labor.

Frances told him only if he agreed with her goals: 40-hour work week, minimum wage, unemployment and worker’s compensation, abolition of child labor, federal aid to the states for unemployment, Social Security, a revitalized federal employment service, and universal health insurance.

He agreed.

Similar to what she had worked for in New York, her successes became the New Deal, and changed the country and its workers forever.

So while you may not know her name, you certainly know her legacy.

23/11/2024

YOU KNOW YOU'RE BRITISH WHEN....

🇬🇧 Staring at your phone in silent horror until the unknown number stops ringing

🇬🇧 Hearing a recording of your own voice and deciding it’s perhaps best never to speak again

🇬🇧 The relief when someone doesn’t answer their phone within three rings and you can hang up

🇬🇧 Filming an entire fireworks display on your phone, knowing full well you’ll never, ever watch it again

🇬🇧 Mishearing somebody’s name on the second time of asking, meaning you must now avoid them forever

🇬🇧 Leaving it too late to correct someone, meaning you must live with your new name forever

🇬🇧 Running out of ways to say thanks when a succession of doors are held for you, having already deployed ‘cheers’, ‘ta’ and ‘nice one’

🇬🇧 Changing from ‘kind regards’ to just ‘regards’, to indicate that you’re rapidly reaching the end of your tether

🇬🇧 Realising you’ve got about fifty grand’s worth of plastic bags under your kitchen sink

🇬🇧 “You’ll have to excuse the mess” – Translation: I’ve spent seven hours tidying in preparation for your visit

🇬🇧 Indicating that you want the last roast potato by trying to force everyone else to take it

🇬🇧 “I’m off to bed” – Translation: “I’m off to stare at my phone in another part of the house”

🇬🇧 The overwhelming sorrow of finding a cup of tea you forgot about

🇬🇧 Turning down a cup of tea for no reason and instantly knowing you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake

🇬🇧 Suddenly remembering your tea and necking it like a massive, lukewarm shot

🇬🇧 Waiting for permission to leave after paying for something with the exact change

🇬🇧 Saying hello to a friend in the supermarket, then creeping around like a burglar to avoid seeing them again

🇬🇧 Watching with quiet sorrow as you receive a different haircut to the one you requested

🇬🇧 Being unable to pay for something with the exact change without saying “I think that’s right”

🇬🇧 Overtaking someone on foot and having to keep up the uncomfortably fast pace until safely over the horizon

🇬🇧 Being unable to turn and walk in the opposite direction without first taking out your phone and frowning at it

🇬🇧 Deeming it necessary to do a little jog over zebra crossings, while throwing in an apologetic mini wave

🇬🇧 Punishing people who don’t say thank you by saying “you’re welcome” as quietly as possible

🇬🇧 Loudly tapping your fingers at the cashpoint, to assure the queue that you’ve asked for money and the wait is out of your hands

🇬🇧 Looking away so violently as someone nearby enters their PIN that you accidentally dislocate your neck

🇬🇧 Being sure to start touching your bag 15 minutes before your station, so the person in the aisle seat is fully prepared for your exit

🇬🇧 Repeatedly pressing the door button on the train before it’s illuminated, to assure your fellow commuters you have the situation in hand

🇬🇧 Having someone sit next to you on the train, meaning you’ll have to eat your crisps at home

🇬🇧 The huge sense of relief after your perfectly valid train ticket is accepted by the inspector

🇬🇧 The horror of someone you only half know saying: “Oh I’m getting that train too”

🇬🇧 “Sorry, is anyone sitting here?” – Translation: Unless this is a person who looks remarkably like a bag, I suggest you move it

16/10/2024

08/08/2024

I'm knackered just watching this!!

22/07/2024

'This is a "Welsh Not" (not to be mistaken for "knot", read on and you will realise why the "Welsh Not" was given it's name).

The "Welsh Not" was worn on a rope around a 'naughty childs neck but only after a spefic behaviour.

If a child was found to be speaking Welsh in school, in the nineteenth century; their teacher would force them to wear this around their neck. But this wasn't all.

The child in question could get rid of the "Wlesh Not" if they overheard ANOTHER CHILD speaking Welsh, and told the teacher. The "Welsh not" was then passed on to the next child.

Now, WHY would a child tattle on his or her friends? Wel the child wearing it at the end of the day was punished with the CANE!

The child with it at the end of the week was also further punished with an extra caning.

In the nineteenth century, the Welsh language was thrashed out of innocent Welsh children by the governing English.

If you ever wonder why not all of the Welsh can speak Welsh, this, and many other cultural purgings, are the reason why.'

Siaradwch cymraeg 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

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08/07/2024

This might be long , but care with me.

Its worth reading until the end. Because the ending of Blackadder S4 E6. was the SADDEST show ending I have ever seen.

Comment if you can think of a more heartfelt ending than this....but i doubt youll find any..

The show is hysterically funny for all four seasons. It’s just, laugh, after laugh, after laugh. Rowan Atkinson, Hugh Laurie, Stephen Fry, all in their prime. It’s magnificent. Then the final episode comes. And humor just… leaves the scene.

Suddenly, it’s dark.

And heart wrenching.

There’s still some jokes, but they’re no longer jokes aimed at the public — the men are now just trying to cheer one another up. But it isn’t cheery, it isn’t happy, it’s just, sad.

All these episodes, Atkinson’s Captain Blackadder has been trying to avoid “going over”. Baldrick, his dim-witted by overly enthusiastic comrade-in-arms, has come up with what he describes as “a cunning plan” in every episode so far. It never is cunning, of course. And it never works

This time, Baldrick doesn’t have a cunning plan. He calls it, for the first time, just “a plan”. The men are resigned to their fate. Even the running jokes fall flat, and they no longer take heart from them.

Hugh Laurie’s George says “so we are, in fact, going over. This is, as they say… it.”

Captain Blackadder wishes his men good luck. Blows his whistle. And over, they go. And as they run over, in slowmotion, a nostalgic tune starts playing. The scene fades. The trenches disappear. And a field of poppies appears.

It’s apparant that they all died in the charge. The final episode of Blackadder was aired around Remembrance Day in the United Kingdom.

It was unexpectedly emotional, and the ending was even played as part of a serious commemoration of Armistice Day on it’s 80th anniversary in 1998 — highly unusual for a comedy show.

Because in the final three minutes...

Blackadder wasn’t comedy anymore; it was more. It was a beautiful, tragic tribute to the futility of war.