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Saturday, 24 August 2013

Sitting down in the Shower

It has taken 3 months to re-furbish the family bathroom. I say "family bathroom" but it's not like we have lots of bedrooms and lots of bathrooms, en suites and cloak rooms. The term family bathroom makes me feel better about the fact that my children are leaving home slowly but surely. At the moment the family bathroom is used by me, Husband and two sons. Feel sorry for me......I have to share facilities with boys (Friends reference no. 1). It is a fairly small space too and now consists of the compulsory white hand basin bowl sitting on top of a vanity unit, a shower and a loo. It doesn't quite look like the computer image that the bathroom company emailed me but how was I to know the image was not to scale. So my shower tray is a little more squat than I had expected but I have just discovered it is the perfect length for my hip to toe measurement.

I just needed to sit down in the shower. Why wouldn't I? It's one of Life's Luxuries. Back against the wall with legs out stretched and water pouring on to my lap. Mr Moule introduced me to the 'sitting in shower' concept a few years ago. As the oldest child and the only girl, she was given the bedroom with the only en suite when we moved in 11 years ago. Aged 17 I found Mr Moule in her small square shower cubicle enjoying the luxury of sitting cross legged with water falling down on top of her head in pure bliss.

With Strong and Silent going to university this September, the bathroom traffic will be down to me, Husband and Willy Wonka. I need a plan to keep the dark grey floor tiles free from white toothpaste drips, the taps free from soap and the shower screens free from water marks. I'll come back to this plan in 6 months when it's novelty has worn off.

Tuesday, 20 August 2013

In The Begining

There was a nurse, a mother, a wife, a sister, a friend, a musician. I'm sure there are many other ways I can be defined but for now this will do. Everyone will see something different but to me this is who I am. Could I be so much more? I wonder. What makes us who we are doesn't have to define us. Someone said to me today "you don't want to be defined by this episode".  Correct. Perhaps blogging will release a new me. All sounds terribly trivial and navel gazing but hey ho, if I don't do it I will never know. In a year or two I may be totally mortified but this first blog entry but we all have to start somewhere.

If you're really lucky I might throw in some diary entries from my diaries which I kept between the ages of 13 and 35. Some are hilarious, especially the teenage entries, and some are sad and too near the knuckle. I'm hoping to find some of Life's Luxuries by re-reading these diaries and indeed just re-reading them is one of Life's Luxuries that I have indulged in many times over the years. In bored moments there is always fun to be had by opening a diary on a random page and reading about my efforts to meet up with my latest beau away from the prying eyes of my latest fiance; or how to get First Born to sleep more than 20 minutes so I can watch Richard and Judy in peace.

Life is full of such little luxuries which can go by un-noticed. What are yours?