|great view from my bathroom window|
We awoke to misty, murky drizzle and a chilly morning so our cycle ride was cancelled and instead I indulged in a luxurious, bubbly bath. Our bathroom is situated high in the pigeonnier and I had great views across the countryside, until the window misted up with steam. Usually I shower so a soak in the bath is quite a rarity for me. Old age is catching up with me fast though as I had quite a struggle getting out of the deep tub. I wondered how long I would have to lie there before Paul came looking for me. I also pondered on whether if I filled the bath right to the top I could just float out (it would probably make an awful mess). Anyway, I managed to eventually scramble out in a rather undignified manner.
This reminded me of when I was a student nurse back in the seventies. A new state of the art walk in bath tub was installed on the ward. The patient was effortlessly placed in the tub using an electric hydraulic chair lift and a quick release door on the side of the bath. While my fellow nurse was washing the elderly gentleman in the bath I thought it would be a hoot to try out the chair lift. Unfortunately my uniform dress got caught up in the hydraulics and in the panic the quick release door somehow opened, shooting thirty gallons or so of water out through the bathroom door and into the ward. I can still remember the shocked look on the old patient’s face, luckily he was still in situ in the empty bath.