Bye Boy!
I’m off to work. I shout through the bathroom door where Tom is showering.
Wait!
Wait! He has to tell me something. Much scurrying and the door opens to reveal:
Shampoo Shower Shimmer
Tag Archives: shower
I’ll be Wafting
I used to have a simple beauty regimen:
For my face I would use Palmolive soap; For my body I would use Palmolive soap; For my wisp of hair I would use Palmolive soap; For my feet I would use Palmolive soap; Not to be too vain, but it worked for me, knowaddimean? I mean a quick glance will tell you:
Today was different. There was no Palmolive soap in the shower so instead I chose – from the vast array of expensive stuff that now fills the shower we’re all sharing while new bathrooms are being made –
Danger Time shower gel.
I came out smelling, so the blurb tells me, of
The Scent of Courage.
As the Axe ad said: A Step Up, Eksê! Watch out, damsels.
=======ooo000ooo=======
His Resident Butler
I went to wake TomTom at 6.30am on a school day this week. No response to my gentle call even when I step up the volume.
I’m about to reach out and shake him when a voice comes from deep under-duvet:
Dad, when you run the shower it’s perfect. I can’t get it right like that.
Slippery Character
Showering one-year-old Tom in my arms in the ablutions at FlatDogs camp in Zambia I must have squeezed him a bit too hard, as he shot out of my arms like a slippery bar of soap and landed flat on his back on the shower floor!
Waaah! he squawked when he got his breath back after a deadly-silent second! What’s wrong? call Aitch and Jessie from the ladies section next door (separated from us by a thin reed wall).
YIKES!! I picked him up hurriedly and spent the next few hours watching him intently. He was fine, thank goodness! a sueto continua! (the holiday continues!)
~~~oo0oo~~~
