No 13 - soaking myself

Today, I woke up feeling like someone gave me a good beat up during the night. Weak, shaky and fragile. I had a weak coffee, a big bowl of apple porridge and got to today's mission:

13. Bathtime
Run yourself a bath. Gather together all your exquisite bathroom pampering treatments – all the luscious soaps and decadent shower gels you haven’t opened because they’re “special” and you don’t want to use them up. Open them all. Use them all. Take the phone off the hook, put up a do-not-disturb sign, pour yourself a glass of wine or mead, put on some relaxing music, and read a book, or stare at the ceiling.

I live with seven people. The bath hasn't been cleaned in the last week or so. However, I do have a really nice, unopened and luxurious soap that Sam's grandparents gave me for Christmas.















Pohutukawa, flax seed oil and manuka honey. That should cheer me up. I gave the bath a good clean and had a big soak.

I would imagine it would have been even more relaxing if I hadn't felt guilt for keeping seven potentially busting people outside.

Cheer-me-up factor: 4 out of 10. Nothing you really laugh about. But very, very relaxing.

Bonus video: Slow lori getting tickeled.