Today was a Bad Day, anxietywise. I slept badly, I had to make a stressful phone call, and then we had a bunch of things that we had to leave the house for which Could Not be put off. We’d just done the third thing on the list and were swinging back to the grocery store end of the shopping centre when my partner hesitated and pulled fifteen dollars from her pocket and asked if I wanted to go to Lush.

I didn’t need to. I shouldn’t; I mean, we’re trying to save money. But the fact that she noticed I was struggling and offered something to help me through nearly made me cry on the spot.

Then, when I’d just gone in, and she’d wandered next door into Build-A Bear, suddenly, she was back with me, though usually just walking past Lush can give her a headache. “It wasn’t bothering me too badly so I thought I’d join you,” she said.

So we smelled some bath bombs and some soaps and settled on a thin slice of Rock Star, which I’ve wanted to try since I bought some for my sister last year, and Unicorn Horn, a Valentine’s day special bubble bar.

Then, when I got home, I ran the water as deep as I can in Mum’s broken spa bath and added just the tip of the bubble bar, just enough to make it bubble just enough. And it helped. It really did.

So, you know, my partner is just the greatest and I love her more than I can say.