It smells like rose water, courtesy of the maid, as it’s hardly an Alexi smell, and the bubbles surround my face, blocking out all thoughts for a moment as I revel in this kind of perfection. I use my foot to turn the tap off when the water brims to the highest edges of the bath and sink, allowing my bum to lift off the bottom as I’m suspended, floating in relaxation.

Not that overflow would be an issue with a fully tiled floor and a drain in the centre. There is an open shower ...