There's nothing like that Sunday morning bath
Sunday, July 15, 2012
You know, the one you have time to relax over. The leisurely hair care, 2x shampoo, 1x conditioner. Then the bath smellies (fig blossom-scented for me today), the scrub all over with the massage sponge, the relaxing soak. Time to think about last week and look forward to the next. The opportunity to contemplate, philosophise and examine your toenails. Perhaps with a book - most of my old favourites show signs of water damage.
As you lie there, semi comatose, not a care in the world, into your peripheral vision, soundlessly, suddenly erupts a monster from Hell.
Vertical take-off from the bathtub, water everywhere, blood pressure soaring, heart racing.
And what is the cause of this trauma?
Yes, it's a cat, wanting to know where his breakfast has got to.