Even the Bath Bombs are purple

Dear Reader

To date all of our accommodation has been in the very comfortable but rather predicable Premier Inns, whose livery is purple. They all have the same menu for breakfast, the same room layout and the same shower-over-a-deep-bath, which caused a certain amount anxiety for the clumsy such as me. I mentioned yesterday that I had bought a bath bomb from Lush. I had requested something relaxing and was offered a muslin ball with lavender, camomile and other flowers. I should have guessed it would be purple. But I did not know it would be exactly the same colour as the hotel finishing.

Here is evidence. This was BEFORE it had fully dissolved and the entire water became deep, royal purple.

I have been off exploring Oxford, and have returned to check in. The next post will be about Oxford. I promise there will be a Coventry Cathedral post in the fullness of time but composition may need to wait until my next flight. As the tour group will attest, I am rather excited about the next leg of my journey, which is spending time with my beautiful cousin Sal, then heading to colder climes. That is when I will have time to catch up with this blog.

Cxx

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