Hot baths and love

I eased my gym-weary muscles into a nice, hot bath tonight. Aaaaaah. In fact, I always say "Aaaaah" out loud as I sink into the water.

I know it's not good for the skin, but I like my baths really hot, to the point where I think maybe I should step out and top it up with some cold water. But I rarely do.

Getting into the hot bath made me think of something Aussie comedian/writer/musician Josh Earl said recently when asked "What does love feel like?" -

"That second before you get into a bath and it's just a fraction too hot and you contemplate getting out and letting it cool a bit but then you just continue with it and after a minute you realise it was perfect all along and you just had to get used to it."

I like that.

Anyway, now I'm all clean and freshly scrubbed, brushed and moisturised; I've got my comfiest pink stripey pyjamas on and I'm off to bed for an early night. The only thing missing is crisp, clean sheets, tightly tucked in with neat hospital corners. Oh, and someone to cuddle up to, but I won't let the perfect be the enemy of the good (thank you Voltaire and The Happiness Project).

Goodnight.