★★★★★
Arms up from 9 to 7
I'm a hairstylist. Arms up with a blow dryer from 9 in the morning to my last client at 7. I get home, kick off my shoes, and the wrap goes on before I start dinner. Fifteen minutes on the couch with my feet up. It's cordless, so I can still get up and stir the pot. A coworker borrowed it once and I had to go get it back.
Review
★★★★★
She said she was fine. Twice.
Mum told me she was ‘fine’ twice on the phone that week, so I ordered it for her birthday without asking. She left it in the box for four days. Then my sister caught her wearing it in her armchair during her teatime quiz and sent me a photo. She still says she's fine. She also asked me where I got it, for my auntie.
Review
★★★★★
Fifteen minutes in the van, then tea
Joiner, 22 years, a lot of it fitting ceilings and kitchens with my arms up. I keep the wrap in the van. I park on the drive, engine off, sit in the back with the doors open and strap it on. Fifteen minutes, it switches itself off, I go in for my tea. My wife calls it my van time. Took me two goes to get the strap right over a hoodie.
Review
★★★★★
Mug in one hand, controller in the other
Behind the back is a reach I don't try any more. My bra gets done up at the front and spun round, and that's my mornings. Evenings are mine. Wrap on, mug of tea in one hand, the other on the controller to pick the warmth. Fifteen minutes and it switches itself off. My old wheat bag slid off every time I reached for the mug. This one stays put.
Review
★★★★★
Part of going to bed now
It goes on at quarter past ten, sat on the edge of the bed with the lamp on. Fifteen minutes, it switches itself off, I take it off, put it on the bedside table, brush my teeth, lights out. The first week I kept fiddling with the strap. Now I don't decide anything, it's just the order things happen in. My husband says I'm on a timetable, like the dog.
Review
★★★★★
He's in the spare room. Half nine is ours.
Ray has been in the spare room since the spring. I toss and turn, he's a light sleeper, and neither of us wanted to talk about it. I bought the two-pack half as a joke. Now half nine is the sofa, both wraps on, fifteen minutes of the news. He still sleeps across the landing most nights. But he's the one who gets the wraps out of the drawer.
Review
★★★★★
Kick-off, my end of the sofa
My wife ordered it after hearing about my shoulder one too many times. It goes on at kick-off, my end of the sofa. Warmth, the strap snug around it, the hum under that. Fifteen minutes and it switches itself off, well before half-time. I can hold the remote and a cup of tea at the same time, which was the whole point. Now my wife wants to know when it's her turn.
Review
★★★★★
Set it up before he arrived
My grandson set up my phone, the telly and the heating. This one I did on my own, in the armchair, before he'd even arrived on Sunday. Strap over the shoulder, fasten it round me, press start, pick the warmth and the massage on the controller. I didn't have to ring anybody. He looked a bit disappointed, to be honest.
Review
★★★★★
The sheet said twice a day
My physio gave me a sheet of band exercises. Twice a day, it said. Real life said once, on a good day. I still see her and I still do the bands. What changed is the order: the wrap goes on at seven in the kitchen chair, fifteen minutes, and the bands come straight after because I'm already sat there with the sheet. It's the part of my evening I don't skip.
Review
★★★★★
Laptop shuts, wrap goes on
My right shoulder spends nine hours a day on a mouse. I shut the laptop at six, and the wrap goes on before I've even got out of the desk chair. Fifteen minutes while I answer texts with my left hand. I tried a massage gun first, but it needs the other arm, which rather defeats the point. This one stays put until it switches itself off.
Review
★★★★★
Mornings the same, evenings rearranged
I still do my bra hooked at the front and spun round, and a cardi still takes me a minute. That's mornings. What changed is my evenings. After tea the wrap goes on in the armchair: the warmth, the strap hugging my shoulder, the hum underneath, fifteen minutes while I scroll through my phone. Nobody has to help me put it on, and that matters to me more than I expected.
Review
★★★★★
Arms up from nine till seven
I'm a hairdresser. Arms up with a hairdryer from nine in the morning till my last client at seven. I get home, kick my shoes off, and the wrap goes on before I start tea. Fifteen minutes on the sofa with my feet up. It's cordless, so I can still get up and stir the pan. A girl from the salon borrowed it once and I had to go and get it back.
Review