Bath notes

The outdoor bath, Puddle Cottage, Cornwall, Summer 25

One side of my body is body, the other becomes clouds and leaves and branches, reflected in the bath water. My hand a reflection in the water too, fingers touching fingers, becoming one, disappearing, meeting, touching.

Probably one glass too many of rosé wine.

My mind is busy in the bath tonight. Im not relaxed but rather thinking and dreaming. Disrupted….

“Woof woof woof woof”…. “BETSY!!”
-Betsy couldn’t give a shit.
”Woof!”
-Betsy has you wrapped around her little finger.
”Woof woof woof woof!”
”BETSYY!”
-Betsy gives zero fucks!

I remember the last time I was really pissed: can’t walk straight, spinny head drunk. Solo walking along the beach drunk crying. It was your wedding.