I can’t see it but I can smell it. Nose, guide me to heaven.
Okay. I have to stay focused this time. I’m just going to get the essentials: a cleanser, a scrub…and maybe like one bath bomb. But that’s it.
OOOOH they have the new Father’s Day collection out. I mean, it’s limited edition so I should deffo go and look. For Dad, obviously.
It’s like a pyramid but made out of bath bombs. Who needs Egypt when you can get to Kingston on the 72 bus?
For £3.95 this better be Instagrammable. #I’mPoorButMyBathIsPretty.
Oh god. bath bomb powder up my nose. When I say ‘Lush is my drug’ this is not what I mean.
Right, so 5 bath bombs. Okay. Okay. It’s all good. Let’s find the cleanser, pay and run.
Dammit. I left my five pots at home. No free facemask for me then.
“Excuse me. Can I have a sample of…erm…every facemask?”
Why is she suddenly talking about in-shower body moisturisers? How did this happen?
Wow. I want all of the in-shower moisturisers. Gimme.
Never have I heard the term “scent family” before.
I’m still mourning Snow Fairy, though. So, yes, I will buy everything in that scent family.
Everything I learnt in maths has been leading up to trying to figure out how much I save by getting the industrial sized bottles of shower gel.
Do I want to smell like a fairy who lives in a candyfloss castle (The Comforter) or a sexy Italian man (The Olive Branch)? Both. Definitely both.
I mean, I would buy the soaps but that would involve telling someone how much I want to have cut from that gigantic block. I have no concept of grams so…nope.
LUSH: The masters of turning liquid to solid. SOLID TOOTHPASTE FOR GOD’S SAKE.
This is getting out of hand. How did I end up with something called ‘Oral Pleasure’ in my basket?
Let’s just pay. I’m guessing it should come to about £30 or something.
She’s very smiley.
Well, I guess I won’t eat for a week. Eh, who needs food when you have bubble bars?
Just look straight ahead as you leave the shop, Bethany. Don’t even think about it.
Shit. I forgot the cleanser.