Ok I have to mention it, it's freezing, like really bloody freezing. But let's just deal with it and stop hyping it up. We know it's cold, stop with the status updates, you're pushing me ever closer to deleting my account. Freezing but beautiful....

The last few weeks for me have been taken over by work, my brain hasn't felt the most creative and chatty. I feel the need to apologise for being on mute especially to the Ukraine, according to my stats thetalesofpollypocket is a hit there! I'm touring the UK at the moment so things have been all a bit hectic to say the least, especially for someone that's in bed by 10 most nights. What better way to eat event stress away than a day and night at a spa. Ralph and Dodger kindly pushed the car off the drive for me.

I have never been to a real spa retreat before and it really was a treat. I went to the Charlton House Hotel, set on the outskirts of Bath. It was everything I preconceived it to be; full of affluent and not so affluent flocks of middle aged women, couples and pale mothers and daughters.
As more snow started to fall, I rocked the fluffy robe look, it was heaven, outdoor hot pools in the snow...

No matter how hard I tried to get into the mode of walking around a hotel in my dressing gown I couldn't, I felt like a plonker. It's the awkward length of the dressing gown that doesn't agree with me, its neither above the knee or floor length, go full floor length I say.

With it being so close to Valentines day, there were some very sweet fresh faced young couples floating around the hotel,  loves young dream and all that. At dinner I looked on at the usual couplefest pressured "lets look adoringly at each other chats", it all feels a little staged. Its like prisoners visiting time, rows of tables of two, people talking intensely to each other.
There is always the anticipation of someone around you proposing, that's a fun way of passing the time. I noticed when I checked in, the hotel actually had an offer incentivising ladies with complimentary spa treatments and champagne to propose to their partners due to the leap year... I find this whole thing hideous, what man wants to be proposed to, one without a set of nuts. And what is the process with that? How does it work?
"Boyfriend will you marry me"
(reluctant) "Yes"
"Great thanks, put that ring on my finger and here are my bank details for you to transfer the dosh for the ring."
Lets take things back, way back. Ladies if he hasn't proposed to you, don't even think about it. It's not attractive to push it, strip it back...

When is right though? Is there ever a right time? If there is it could be in this hot tub right here...excluding my hand feet.