Baby with the bathwater
I discovered this morning that when one's hot water is suddenly not working, and one's tap water is derived from melting snow, there's no amount of tolerance and willpower that will allow a person simply to deal with a cold shower and get on with things, as I'd been raised to do. (I assert this, anyway — I'm still a wimp when it comes to cold showers in general).
I ended up heating water in my kettle and a couple of cooking pots, and pouring that into the tub to make a very shallow but tolerably warm bath, and then I practically stood on my head naked trying to rinse my hair in this little puddle of a bath. I'm sure it all would have looked really entertaining to someone else.
It wasn't entertaining to me.
I ended up heating water in my kettle and a couple of cooking pots, and pouring that into the tub to make a very shallow but tolerably warm bath, and then I practically stood on my head naked trying to rinse my hair in this little puddle of a bath. I'm sure it all would have looked really entertaining to someone else.
It wasn't entertaining to me.