A couple to three decades ago, I was most concerned with rushing through a shift at work to get home, shower, and get to the right club at the right time.
Now the ring in the bathtub concerns me more. I might still drink a beer later so as not to think about it too much. 😮
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I think you need to go shopping for a self cleaning bathtub. If there is such a thing.
😆 I feel your pain. At least you don't have long hair, that makes the task much more interesting.
I never have a bath, nowadays. Showers are good but I'm a traditionalist. Nothing wrong with an all-over flannel wash! 😉
It's actually a tub/shower. I can't stand to be in water that is recycling. I have to be under the waterfall.
Originally posted by garlingmatthews:
Speaking from experience, Gavin?As one ages, one finds that one's body is far less liberal with the natural oils and moisturisers that it doused everything with in one's misspent youth … bathing, in whatever fashion, becomes an exercise in exfoliation and embrittlement, one's skin being far too dry, which is a very uncomfortable, not to say potentially dangerous, and definitely unattractive, condition. Dandruff all over, would be a good description. At the same time, it is difficult to find a suitable alternative to bathing.
Aaaaah ! The ageing process. It can be kind and genteel to some and cruel to others.Luckily, so far my 80 year old Mom has been dealt a good hand and she uses it well. We are lucky people.
I had hair down to my bum for a decade.Have you tried a sauna? I never have, but they're really big here. Most housing associations have one. In Finland, they roll around in the snow afterwards. I keep meaning to try ours.
Shaving has also become a risky game as I have gotten older. The skin can suddenly fold and I slice myself open like a ripe tomato.
I have reluctantly given up my old straight razor, and use my safety razor very seldom … mostly, I use an electric with a foil head.