My week has been ok; not great, but ok. Today was the third day in a row of incorporating exercise into my morning, eating better than I have been and meditating. I’m hoping that these changes will help fix my weird fatigue problem, or whatever it is. So far the last couple of days have been more productive in terms of studying, so maybe it’s already working? I’m still feeling on the sluggish side, but I think that may be more psychological than anything else as I haven’t been very “pro-self” lately which does have an obvious impact.

Anyway, have I mentioned recently how dreadfully irritating it is not having a bath? Because it really is, you know. I would pay a significant sum right now to have a giant bath all to myself where I can read W. M. Thackeray’s Vanity Fair in peace, quiet, candle-light and in the middle of a foamy mountain.

What’s the point in buying a bubble bar from Lush if you don’t have a bath? I suppose there is always the option of “borrowing” someone else’s bath, but that would require me going somewhere else with my Lush bubble bar, book, flannel pyjamas to change into afterwards and my fluffy robe to drape around myself as if it’s the middle of winter already. On top of all that, I would also have to take my bed (or my whole bedroom, since it’s not attached to anything and is actually movable) so that I can get into it straight after said bath and fall into a dreamy sleep whereby I wake up having had a long, lusty, fabulous relationship with one of the following men—doesn’t matter which as I’m really not that picky right now: Trent Reznor, Bill from True Blood or Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

I mean, even a giant tin tub in the middle of a paddock is sounding pretty decent right now…