I haven’t been able to have a bath for over four months now, and I’m really missing it! I would like to add that I do have a shower, a very nice, powerful shower, you know the sort that sandblasts you clean in the morning, but it’s not the same as being able to wallow until you look like a prune in a nice warm, bubble filled, pampering bath.
In my opinion, there is nothing quite so relaxing as a bath. Preferably with a few candles, a glass or two of wine (or if bubbly if you’re feeling extravagant) some music, the phone off the hook, the door shut and the real world well and truly banished.
So in anticipation of the fact that Matt and I are moving to a new place at the end of February which has a bath as well as a shower I was ecstatic to get a whole box full of bath time accruements from my colleagues at work for my birthday. Complete with a bottle of Moet Rosé and a rather flamboyant rubber duck since named Daphne.
I’m not going to rush it, moving in is going to be stressful enough as it is, it feels like I’ve done nothing but pack, unpack, pack again, move boxes from place to place, store furniture and wonder where on earth things are for the last six months, having moved twice in as long. So when I do eventually get around to my first bath in our new home it is going to be planned to perfection and savoured. The Champers will be chilled, the candles lit, the music on softly in the background and I am going to wallow like I have never wallowed before, and heaven help anyone, and I mean anyone who disturbs me!
I can’t wait :)