is this an age thing?
Can I look forward to more silly happenings like this? I'd been helping a friend clean house and arrived home feeling tired, cold and achy. I had a cup of coffee, then decided on a shower. And pyjamas, since I wasn't going out again. Turned up the heat to just under cook-the-flesh-off-the-bones temperature, stepped under the spray and ..... Oh....My....God!! Pure Bliss! Heavenly, heavenly bliss. Without that annoying dying and going to Heaven bit. With muscles easing nicely, I soaped, rinsed, repeated, turn off the water and reached for my towel. Which wasn't there!! I'd forgotten to lift it off the airing rack on my way through the bedroom. D'OH!! I made do with the small hand towel hanging by the basin, a very poor substitute for the very large, soft and fluffy bath sheet I usually wrap myself in.