Went to work as per usual, leaving the freezer open to defrost as it's been playing up (I got a man out last time, and he told me it just needed defrosting, so this time I'm doing that first). Came back and had my dinner, tomato and mascarpone pasta which was delicious thank you very much, and had a bath.
I love baths. I have a bath a couple of times a week, Don't do enough exercise to need washing completely more than that, fortunately, but when I say I have a bath, you have to understand this isn't a quick jump in and wash and out again. This is a long, pleasurable soak. This is a put an afternoon aside type exercise. Baths are serious.
When I lived in Scarborough in the early nineties I had a nice flat in what is rather grandly called Trafalgar Square, overlooking the cricket ground. Like many such flats, ostensibly built as holiday lets, it didn't have a bath, just a shower. It was quite a nice shower, so I didn't mind, in fact I overused it, finding relief in the heat for my eczema. Without realising it I was making it worse, and the more I used it, the worse it got, till I washed out the oils from my upper body and made myself look like the victim of a fairly nasty fire.
Took me a while to connect the two, and doctors were no help, but weaning myself of the addiction gradually made it better. Now I have a mistrust of showers, and my love affair with the bath returned in earnest.
I liked bathtime as a child, but as an adult it became better, and now it is the absolute best, made better by a good podcast. There's a couple of good podcasts that are the right kind of length (that is, at least an hour). Collings and Herring used to be ideal, till they had a falling out, Danny Baker is good, but the best of all has to be Kermode and Mayo's Film review podcast. Lying back and listening to Mark ranting about Sex and The City or Transformers is a highlight of my single life (yes, it's that exciting).
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