It is possible that my favourite place in all the world is my bathtub. Do you not find that all your greatest ideas come to you whilst submerged? Or you perform a mental checklist of the days events, remembering what you had previously forgotten to do? I love my bath; the feel of the water on my skin, the sweet smell of jasmine and green tea, the way the heat rises and dances with the ceiling lights, the patterns that the condensation forms upon the mirrored surfaces, the almost miniscule piece of fluff that floats across the tiled floor producing instantly the memory of tumbleweeds from a classic 70’s cowboy film. Warmth does not only fill my body, but also my mind.