I enjoy nothing more than luxuriating in a bubbly bath, don’t you? Candles here and there, gentle music wafting ‘twixt drifting clouds of aromatic steam. With of course, a glass of red wine to hand.
Last I night I had a slight accident whilst wallowing. I knocked my glass of Tempranillo Grande Reserve ‘09 into the bath. Such a waste, but the blushing water got me thinking. Surely, the ultimate soak extravaganza would be to bathe in red wine!
That chap Anonymous once said (and he said an awful lot of things) ‘where there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing ’. I like that. To lay there in a cheeky little Chateau Branleur with a hint of blackberries and plum, inhaling an aroma reminiscent of balmy summer nights (as it says on the label!) is quite appealing.
Actually, it would be more like marinating than bathing, and I’d probably emerge looking like a life-sized strawberry! So perhaps beer might be a better idea, a well crafted pale ale perhaps. That might even give me a tan!
In the meantime, I’ll make do with my usual squirt-and-a-bit of citrus dishwashing liquid, and pretend it’s gin, with tonic and lime!
It wasn’t my fault. There were tangled cables everywhere. A Health and Safety Officer’s worst nightmare.
I’m skilled at my job, a janitorial professional. I’ve actually been nominated for this year’s Golden Toilet Brush Award.
But even I couldn’t help getting my broom tangled up in those leads causing a microphone stand to topple onto a drum, which dropped to the floor and rolled into a double bass, which fell onto a keyboard that tipped over landing on some electric device, which sparked, smoked and burst into flames.
And worst of all? My precious broom caught fire while beating it out!
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Dale Rogerson for the picture.