I like a bath. I like a brew in the bath, with a book. And possibly a podcast. There was a moment when I had a fish finger sandwich in the bath and that was genius.
And I am fond of a bath product. It started with a yearning for Matey that was never to be, Avon soap paint for drawing flowers on yourself and then The Body Shop introduced bath pearls so teenage girls across the land could attempt to kill family members in slippy baths and make it look like an accident. Bath salts, cubes, milks, foams, bubbles, oils. If you tell me it will relax me or make me look like I’m in a Doris Day movie have my cash.
My baths now follow one of two routes: expensive and medicinal or cheap and cheering. For the medicinal bath nothing beats Aromatherapy Associates. Equilibrium is my top pick but Breathe is best for clearing a cold but they are £45. For cheap and cheering I go for Imperial Leather Bath Soak in either Cherry Bakewell or Foamy Banana for smelling like a bag of sweets. At two for £2 it’s a tiny of delight on a shoestring.