No, not in the bathtub. Where's the fun in that?

Aromatherapy candles, an engaging read and splish-sploshing around the tub. Very... common. (Which brings to my memory, I haven't been doing that for ages. Must book myself a room and do that.)

Men, we women like that. Don't ask why, we just like it. Capiche?

An unexpected downpour and I am strutting through the rain, undaunted. No scrambling and squealing, no umbrellas.

Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

I strutted with poise, carefully treading, so that I wouldn't slip and land on my bum.

I may get a flu and fever tomorrow, but while I was at it, I loved every second of it. (Note to self: Stock up on vitamins tonight.)