Yesterday, I decided to be brave and have another bath. Needed one as was desperately tired, cold and headache-y. Now i've mentioned before about how the bathing situation works in this house. Ya empty bath of toys, clean bath, clean pee up from around toilet etc. etc. Well, this time I only had to remove several action men and two boats so all was good. Have still not managed to buy bath bombs or fizzy things for the bath so used Johnsons Baby Bath, Lavander, and happy days.
Whilst relaxing, in between reading book and drinking a cup of tea (seriously, ask the man indoors) I noticed my towel lying across the loo. It was blue once upon a time. Now it's more 'knickers left in the wash blue', faded. Bit raggy and a bit sodding rough. Why, oh why do I use a shitty bitty towel when I have 4 beautiful 9000 thread count egyptian weave white towels with beautiful stripey lines running through the edge of them. What is it with guest towels??? We, as a family, use the same towels over and over yet sitting in the cupboard are the towels of fantasy. The kind you get in hotels (and you use a different one every time despite them asking you to 'protect the environment and reuse', feck it, why should we use the same towel? We don't have to do the washing this time). Our guests never, dare I say thankfully, stay long enough to use the bale of towels I leave on their beds so they go back into the press. Hmmm?
Also. Am I the only one with dreams of the perfect guest room? The kind of one you read about in magazines (obviously buying the wrong type of mag) where the bedroom is airy (not a no-mans-land of ironing, toys and more ironing), curtains billowing and a little water decanter with it's glass as the lid. Shortbread in a tin, new magazines (not old Heats) and . . . well, you get the drift.
Am going to bed shortly. Going to have a shower to wash icing sugar off me (hey, hey) and I am definitely using a good towel.
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