Bathtubs

I thought I'd write about another one of my favourite things tonight: the bathtub.

I remember we used to have one when I was little, in our tiny, green bathroom. Sometimes I think I lived my life in there, splashing around, alone, with my mother, or with my sister. Nowadays, I use the tub for relaxation. The warmth of the water, the smell of the bathsoaps or oils, the steam rising up towards the roof. Preferably with my hair in a towel, full of a hair treatment, with a book in my hands and a glass of water at the side of the tub. Sometimes, just lying there, breathing slowly. It takes away all thought, all aches and pains. Soothing, warm, wet and fragrant - what's there not to love?