Maybe

Maybe tomorrow, if my baby doesn't come round for a cup of tea and a gossip, I will have a long, hot bath and wash my hair so that it shines like never before. I will moisturise, shave and paint my nails, before putting on a face mask and plaiting my hair so that it dries in cutesy waves. I will then change into my prettiest, laciest undies and light some cinnamon incense in my bedroom, before lighting a million candles, closing the curtains and dimming the lights. I will play Bob Marley quietly in the background and settle down with a few plums, a black coffee and a fantastic book, and I will read for hours and hours, before updating my diary with my Spanish tales.