Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

From the archive…

Evening… and it is cold outside. The prospect of a long wallow in a hot bath is irresistible… My daily ablutions are generally rapid and efficient rather than luxuriant, but the bathtub and the little scented luxuries gifted by a friend were calling my name.

Water, steamy and fragrant fills the tub, perfumes fill the house, creeping softly down the stairs…the dog takes up a defensive position on the landing with access to an escape route… just in case… I strip, the clothes go in the washing machine and it is switched on…

Half an hour… at least… of bliss with a book awaits….

Until the phone rings.

It is, I have to say, a bit of a pain being keyholder for an alarm system with a sense of humour…

Abandon bath, attempt to coax dog into living room… Not an easy task as she now suspiciously…