And while I managed to sort that out the process lasted a little longer than it should have, so the day had already started dawning outside when I roused Madam to assist with the bath. As it turned out I could have managed quite well on my own, but we were on the eighth floor of a large establishment, and there was, I guess, a significant possibility of creating a minor disaster if I turned something the wrong way.
Or something.
In any case, once the water was in the long slow soak was wonderful and could have been better.
Hang on there, Hughesy, I hear The Critical Reader interject. You can't have both.
Actually, I can and tender this photograph, m'lud.
Had I been able to watch this magnificent spectacle emerge from the darkness it would have been better, but the alignment of the bath in its little cubicle along with a wooden structure outside you couldn't quite catch the best of the view from the bathtub.
What you could see was rather nice, and, under ordinary circumstances would have been quite magnificent, but the late start on the bath filling meant I knew there was a better view tucked away on the other side of that wooden structure that I couldn’t quite see.
From the chair where I sat tapping this out, yes, fine. But not from the bathtub itself.