Flat Cleaned, Soul Steamed


Being on sick leave has its perks,mainly the freedom to clean the flat in pyjamas while pretending I’m in a music video. I figured if I’m not well enough for work, I might as well be productive in other ways.

 After a full day of domestic achievement, I rewarded myself with a self-care evening. Candles, skincare, and a bath so hot it nearly boiled me alive. 
Not every day needs to be groundbreaking. Sometimes, it’s enough to clean your space, sing badly, and soak until your worries dissolve.

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