THE GIRLS GO FOR A SPA DAY Crichton is a sweetie. He booked me a spa day at Ponsbury Hall. I think he’s trying to make it up to me for something that I don't know about yet. I rang Bunty and Sally and they were delighted to come along and keep me company. Monica was taking Vespasian to their shared ukulele lesson (I never thought she would bother to learn after all that New Year’s Eve bragging) so it’ll be just the three of us. They said we could pick our treatments when we got there, but I had my heart set on a massage for me and maybe a facial too. Ponsbury Hall is one those places that if you’ve been once, you just can’t wait to get back to. Monica used to say something similar about that place near Henley. She just went on and on and on about it until everyone started calling it Chapped Knees and she went all quiet on us. Anyway, the girls met me at reception for green tea and a bath robe while we flicked through the brochure to pick our treatments. A Dr