Reasons to be Cheerful – Bubble Baths

I was NOT feeling cheerful today. I had mean back to work blues after a lovely weekend full of friends and food and sunshine. Mainly because I wasn’t meant to be going back to work, I was meant to be heading off on a work trip, but after some dramas on Friday I had to be a grown up and do the right thing by going into the office insead. It sucks being in charge sometimes.

It didn’t help that from the moment I opened my eyes I could tell yesterday’s good weather had hung around, but instead of being out in it all day like I was meant to, I was sat at my desk gazing at it through a window. Kind of, anyway. There aren’t actually any windows anywhere near my desk, but from the other side of the room I could just about glimpse the bluest of skies and I just knew it was still glorious out there. I managed to sneak a quick stroll around the block at lunchtime, but to be honest that just made it worse. There was a whole mountain on crap waiting to be dealt with back at work and it took all of my willpower not to do a runner and hide in the park for the rest of the day! The only thing that got me through was knowing that this time next week I’ll be sat in some sunshine that should last the whole week, and I’ll be far, far away from that mountain of crap that seems to keep getting bigger no matter how fast I shovel.

Needless to say, by the time I got home I was in need of a pick me up so I turned to one of my failsafes. No, not wine or gin – I’m trying to flatten the old tum before I have to bare it in public, so I’m off the booze for the next couple of days. I know, what other reason is there for living, really? I jest of course, I can live without a drink for a week (I think? I mean, I haven’t really tried since the ill fated dry January and we all know how successful that was…) but it needed to be something a little less calorific, so instead I ran myself a nice relaxing bubble bath.

There are few irritations in life that can’t be forgotten about by sliding into a hot bath. There is something very soothing about it, almost like your scrubbing your troubles away. They’re still there when you get out, of course, but still, it’s nice to keep them at bay for a couple of hours at least (yep, since the invention of Netflix I really can stay in the bath for that long) sipping on something cold and catching up on Once Upon a Time. It sorted out my grumps nicely. By the time I got out I was ready t take on the world again. After all, there are only 4 more days to get through before I’m free. What could possibly go wrong in 4 days I ask you?

Famous last words, methinks….

Fingers crossed not!

Love,

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