70 pages of Neil Gaiman in the bath, even though there’s stuff to be done. Not original. Not disappointing. I also used a “chocolate santa bath bomb” that I got from Lush ages ago. That was a bit weird, to be honest. Don’t get me wrong, it’s fun when they fizz – I like a small scale chemical reaction as much as the next girl – but it also turned my bath the colour of wee.
At least I don’t still smell of “silent night”, a cocktail made of tequila and green that the students gave me last night. That is treat enough.