A long soak in the bath.
Surely the simplest of simple pleasures? I’m not sure when I became quite so low maintenance.
But sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day is the thought of sinking into that steaming hot bath at the end of it. Of course getting the temperature just right is no easy feat. It has to be hot enough to make you wince a little as you get in but not so hot that you faint as you get out. There’s definitely a skill to it.
I love my bath. It is a thing of beauty. It’s a huge white roll top slipper bath with big claw and ball feet. The Mr hates it of course. He thinks it’s too big for our average sized bathroom. He also thinks it’s completely out of place to have something so traditional in a modern house and would swap it for something sleek and practical in an instant if I let him. But I love it. And I love the people who lived here before us for putting it in!
I can while away far too much time in the bath. Sometimes I don’t even wait until the children are in bed because I just can’t wait to get in. This often comes at a price though. (The price being that of being held captive by a small person who will come in to keep you company and proceed to interrogate you for the next hour. Cute, yes. Relaxing, not so much.) But the Mr never ever questions how many hours I disappear for. I don’t think he’d dare but I do love him for that all the same.
I just love the pamper time. I love trying out new lotions and potions. And I guess there is comfort from in the ritual of it all. Most of all, I love the time it gives me to think. Or not think at all. Sometimes I think of whole new twists and turns for what will one day be my best selling novel. Sometimes I just lay there completely empty of thought. Or sometimes I really live on the edge and take my iPhone in with me for some naked tweeting. Rock. And. Roll.
And then of course there is the question of just when to get out. As much as I hate to drag myself out, I don’t much like turning into a prune either. Or even worse, if you stay in for so long that the water actually goes cold. Brrr. It’s a fine art. But I don’t mind practising until I get it just right.
What are you loving this week? What is your simplest of simple pleasures..?