Much like Harry Potter trying to crack the next clue in the Triwizard cup, I get all my best ideas in the bath. I’m a water sign -not that I place much value in astrology- and definitely at my maximum chill level when in water. Unless you count that time I tried to learn to dive. So just to clarify, in not under.
In Iceland I discovered the true bliss which sitting in a hot tub whilst it’s cold outside brings. So much so, I now have one in the garden. My idea of a perfect Sunday is hours spent in the bath. Armed with refreshments and something on Netflix to binge.
From time-to-time my worried Mum sends me articles about bathroom electrocutions. To clarify I have neither a swanky wall mounted TV in my bathroom, nor a precariously balanced laptop plugged into the mains. I’ve found the charged laptop on the other side of the room method works well. Safety first. That and the fact I’d quite like to save myself the embarrassment of having to explain to a client I can’t finish their project. As I accidentally dropped my MacBook in the bath.
In high school I would sit in the bath, of an evening. Pondering social dynamics and wondering if the rest of life would be as torturous as school (thankfully not, as it turns out). It was where I would go to think. But somehow between then and now, I forgot about how many problems a good soak and some quiet reflection can fix.
Not emerging until my skin was well and truly pruned.
I like to combat the potential isolation of working from home by venturing out every now and then. Meeting friends for lunch in town is a great remedy for this. On one particular lunchtime, my friend and I decided to visit Lush and stock up on some bath treats. We got talking about the relative merits of various bath bombs. And she explained she preferred the ones which take a while to fizz, as she’s in there for a good hour.
I was shocked. How could anyone spend an hour in the bath? What on Earth was she doing in there?
She suggested taking an iPad to stream shows on and a can of Diet Coke. In my next bath I did just that. Game changer. My twenty minute baths went to hour long episodes. Not emerging until my skin was well and truly pruned.
So I have my friend to thank for helping me rediscover my love of long baths. Or blame for the new procrastination tool. Depends how you look at it.
Thankfully most weeks I have less to mull over than my angst-ridden teenage self. So I utilise the time to watch shows which would drive my other half slowly insane. Think Kardashian spin-offs and the latest Teen Mom OG episode.
I’ve also found that the bath can be a great place to do some distraction free writing. Especially when I’m having a phase of blogger’s block. Although the last time I did this, I got a blister on my finger from holding my phone for so long. Oops.
Whilst I couldn’t be more excited to be Mum, I suspect my precious bath-time is about to come under serious threat. So I’m making the most of it, whilst I can!
Miss Patisserie are a vegan and 100% cruelty free skincare brand. Hailing from Cardiff, but available to buy in Boots across the UK & online. They make the prettiest bath products. I decided to treat myself this week and stock my bathroom cupboards with ethical treats for future bath brainstorms.
Does a long bath feature in your perfect lazy day?