Soak

So like any early twenties female, I love baths. And if you don’t love baths, you’re lying or you haven’t reached full bath potential.

Every so often I go home to visit my family and whilst I’m there I get to soak my city stricken body in boiling hot water and forget about my entire life. When I was in my old flat on my own I used to have a bath every single night. Without fail. I was too poor to have the heating on and I had single pane windows, sometimes it would be so cold I could see my breath and I would wake up and my bed covers would be damp with cold. Praise Jesus for electric blankets.

Anyways, now I live with Lee we don’t really have a bath, so we have like a tub but our boiler is too tiny to fill it. I think about how I can’t soak said city stricken body every 0.6 seconds and often look at houses near us that have baths. I’ve also thought about messaging my next door neighbour asking her to use her bath, but she has a 4 year old and I don’t fancy bathing with the tub toys.

But ladies & gents tonight’s the night. I’m running as we speak my bubble filled porcelain haven. I can’t wait to soak all my rolls in all the hot water and let the stresses of life steam off me, I could cry with excitement. I even have fancy little sprinkles to shake in that I’ve been saving for such an occasion.

Happy Blipping.