Here is how I spent last night.
I shut myself in the kitchen, put on one of my CDs from the nineties that nobody else in my family likes, and baked fruit crumble and apricot muffins. Then I dissolved a rose-petal bath bomb in a hot bath, soaked for a while, after which I put on my favourite pyjamas and took my Kindle and a mug of camomile tea upstairs so I could read in my freshly changed bed with its brand new linens.
It was AMAZING. It was amazing because I hit all of my sensory high points (okay, not all of them. What are you like?) without dissolving into a bottle of wine or a family packet of salt and vinegar crisps, and all of that good stuff. But mostly it was amazing because I was making the places in my life into my spaces. Kitchen: door closed, favourite music…
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