I started writing this yesterday then fell asleep. Yesterday evening I have discovered when I sit on my balcony in the dark, I can see what my neighbours opposite are watching on the telly. Of course this also means I should never walk around topless in the flat. Lesson learnt.
On Friday night, if you’d asked me, I would have told you my plan was to wake up in the morning and have a lengthy, decadent bath with brightside bubble bar. I haven’t tried it yet, but I own one, and it’s bright and citrus-y and orange-y and I really want to go for it.
In the event, I woke up feeling like death, and didn’t actually get out of bed until 14:34, unless you count staggering to the living room to get the landline to talk to my mum and, believe me, it was a stagger.
I sat on my balcony for a while, drinking tea. On my balcony in my nightie with a cardigan over the top of it. There was lots of tea. I knew I wanted a bath. I was also considering going to the pub by the river of lunch, but lunchtime had already been and gone, and I did not seem to be moving anywhere.
I think I go on about my balcony on social media in the way some people go on about their children. Sorry. Sorry Sorry. It’s a good balcony, tho.
I needed to have a bath, but by mid-afternoon, it felt a bit of a waste to try Brightside, which I have always considered to be a wake-me-up first-thing-in-the-morning bath – or at least, I assume it to be.
And then there was Dragon’s Egg. One of those bath bombs from Lush’s usual range that it’s really easy to forget about entirely. I picked a couple up in my Oxford Street jaunt a few weeks ago. And then forgot about it again, until I was sorting out my stash.
Dragon’s Egg reminds me of sherbet. It’s not sharp. It’s quite sweet. It’s orange-y, it’s lemon-y. It’s an in-love-with-itself show-y off-y bath bomb which takes ages to fizz away, and foams up, and spews colours everywhere, like a unicorn vomiting. Very clever. Pretty archetypal, as bath bombs go. I have always found the smell underwhelming in comparison. It’s nice, but not one I run home for. Or something.
Yesterday, the smell wasn’t very evident at all – it does vary from bath to bath – but that might have been because I was using my Clinique mask to tighten my face. Trust me, my face needed tightening yesterday.
It was good. All good.
I got out. I put on my culottes that are like putting on pyjamas. I lay on my balcony and waited for my friend to come, so we could drink gin.