Last night I went for my first ever sports massage and I was a little nervous about the experience. Not the taking-clothes-off-in-front-of-a-stranger part of it, that didn’t bother me. What did bother me was the possibility of adding another person to the list of people that I pay to tell me off. So far my dentist, hairdresser and facialist are the only three people that get to tell me all about my failings as a human being because of my inability to drink more water, floss, stop straightening my hair so much and get paid for it. I really didn’t want to add a £45 session of being told to stretch more to my regular outgoings.

But I needn’t have worried. My masseuer was firm but gentle with me – told me I clearly drink enough water and am in good shape. Hooray. The massage itself was more enjoyable than I expected. There was only the odd bit of soreness bordering on pain, most of it was quite nice and relaxing.