Face Scrub News
Javanese Jungle Workout
Sunday February 11, 1996
I'M swaddled, tight as a drum, in a steaming linen sheet, a woollen blanket and the kind of metallic overcoat favoured by astronauts. I resemble a gumnut baby and I smell like my husband's herb patch. Yesterday my face was expertly hoovered with a vacuum the size of a spaghetti strand; my body h