Bath bombs. Bath oil. Bath foam. Bubble bath. Bath salts. Does any one else love their baths as much as the British? At the Balmoral Hotel in Edinburgh I almost drowned in seven foot long bath tub, surely, a relaxing way to go.
Diane Vreeland tells of the Duke of Windsor having a specially constructed bath tray for his papers - pure bliss.
In her memoir Must you go Lady Antonia Fraser describes how she brings 'bath oils, perfume and body lotion' to her Czech women friends and how 'Rita Klimova told Diana she still had the bath oil I bought for her in June - which was not supposed to be the point, she was supposed to wallow'.
P.G. Wodehouse's Wooster has his best thoughts splashing about in the porcelain tub playing with a rubber ducky.
Nora Ephron (not a Brit, I know) describes life as being too short to not use bottles and bottles of Jo Malone's bath oil.
Only in England do you find flats with a bath but no shower. Surely someone has written a history of the bath?
