Hot! Hot! Hot!

Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till it's gone........

In fact, I did always appreciate our combi boiler and the hot water that came gushing out of the taps whenever I wanted it. I grew up in a flat with a tiny hot water tank. Not enough for even one warm bath. So I've always apreciated unlimited hot water, oh yes. I have however been surprised by how bereft I have been since our boiler packed in 5 days ago. I'm the sort of person who likes a minimum of one scaldingly hot bath a day. In an ideal world I'd have two or three such events. The strain of foregoing any hot bath at all since last Thursday is incredible. And I'm here to tell you that a 'hot' shower (yeah, about as hot as a baboon with the squits) is no substitute for a proper hot bath.

With no end in sight to my enforced deprivation, I'm going to retreat into the comforting madness of gillworld and imagine my perfect bath......

Hot. Very very hot. So hot it hurts to get in - so you just take the burn off with a quick blast of cold then jump in before your skin has time to realise what's going on........ Now you're cooking. The perfect bath will ve full to the brim, and the bubbles (for there must be bubbles) will be provided by a Lush Anamanapondo bubble bar. To hand will be a nice cold can of diet coke, and a good book - perhaps Hexwood. The radio will be on, and Dizzy Gillespie will be playing. It will be dark outside, maybe windy or rainy. Or both. But the bath will be hot and soothing and it will provide a perfect sanctuary from the woes of the world.

Till the kids come in and start chucking bubbles at each other, obviously......


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