I’ve got a sudden urge to feel that relaxing warmth covering my body. To make my body tingle in all the right places. I want to sink down and bask in it’s after-glow.
It’s been too long, but I think I’m about ready to tip my toes into the water again, even if it means getting myself scolded if things go wrong.
Yep, you’ve guessed it, I want to have a bath.
I haven’t had a bath for literally about 10 years. I do shower daily (I don’t stink) – although I do sometimes fester in my own filth if I don’t leave the house (eeeewww, minging).
There is, however, one obstacle “Houston, we have a problem”. We don’t have a bath that’s useable for bathing (I refuse to clean other peoples scum).
This has led me to ponder if I’d survive a Darwin-esque attempt at a stand-up bath…by sealing the shower cubicle. I’d more than likely never put this into practice – as the result would probably end up with my own fatality (as depicted in diagram 1).
My Google searching falls short of finding a stand up bath tub too, obviously people are far too safety conscious these days. It’s not like I’d go the whole hog and tie myself up in chains like a magician.
I’d never be able to take a bath in somebody else house either, so that’s out of the question. So for the next few days I’m going to pine for a bath until I remember that I don’t really like having a bath…
Having a bath is good, until I realise I’m washing myself in my own dirt and end up having a shower anyway.