I must say I do like a nice bathroom. I’m not remotely a bath person – it’s showers all the way – but I really think there must be another me existing in a parallel universe who loves a good bath. How else can I explain the dreamy lust for luxury I get when I see a gorgeous picture of a bathroom. Especially if it’s got a full-drawn bath full of foamy bubbles. I imagine myself sinking into it, my book propped up alongside a candle and a glass of wine on one of those wooden rack things that stretch across the bath, relaxed and ready to soak and chill for an hour or two …
… then I remember I get bored in a bath after about a minute, the bubbles get in my eyes and up my nose, my book gets soggy, the candle goes out with the first splash and I’m not a particular fan of wine. Plus I’m very aware that I’m sitting in what is basically a big bowl of my own dirty water.
So the parallel universe theory is the only one that makes sense.
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