Well, hello. Have I mentioned that in Wales they name everything after dragons? And today, I found myself wandering around a city I do not live in, in need of something to put in my bath, a temporary bath which is too short and does not take my own length.
I stumbled into Miss Patisserie and sniffed everything, which I’m not sure is a way to make friends. I settled on tediously-named Colour Fest, not because it was the best smelling, the best looking, but because it contains black pepper oil, which is rumoured to be good for aching muscles.
I tend to favour Lush products, because Lush products came first and tend to be better than the imitations, but I am regularly unfaithful because it’s worth seeing what’s out there. And Colour Fest was a joy. It produced acres of foam, and I like foam. It also spewed out colours, and that was what I needed today, turning the water a turquoisey blue. It smelt… nice. I’m sorry if I can’t remember exactly, it makes for a shit review. A little bit floral, maybe. A little bit spicy. I don’t know. It wasn’t strong when it was in the bath, but that didn’t matter. I luxuriated.
Then I slathered myself in Scrubee, and I don’t know what did what, but now my skin feels soft and smooth, and I’m lying in bed watching TV and eating chocolate peanut butter Easter eggs, and I wish I was at home with my friends, but life could be worse.