My day started in laughter when I read this post from Joss at Crowing Crone Joss. Of course, most of us have heard this in one form or another over the years, but it always reduces me to tears of laughter. I imagine the absolute panic as she goes through the various stages of self-help/mutilation. Occasionally I have tried to self administer wax strips but in the end I always resort to a visit to the spa to have the waxing carried out.
But this post reminded me of a particularly harrowing time for me. I have always loved to linger in the bath with a book and either a glass of wine (provided by my late husband) or a coffee in later years.
On this particular evening I got the bathroom ready, lit candles, brought up the coffee and book, made sure the bath pillow was inflated and in place and then poured in a liberal dose of bath oil that had been given to me by a friend. For the first time ever I think, I took the cordless phone into the bathroom with me. I don’t think I was expecting a call but who knows why.
The book was good, the water was topped up whenever it got a little cold and the coffee was perfect. I wallowed for over an hour.
Came the time to get out of the bath, disaster struck. I couldn’t get out. My feet kept slipping from under me because of the oil and I couldn’t get a grip. I tried kneeling and getting out from there – no good. I tried slipping up the sloping end of the bath – that ended in my falling down hard back into the rapidly cooling bath water. I looked at the phone and considered calling my daughter to come and help but knew that my delightful son-in-law would never let me live that down. I looked around for any bright ideas. The bath was not equipped with handles as many are today so no help there.
I was getting myself into quite a state (and panicking) when I looked down and beside the bath was the bathmat. The light went on in my head. I put the toweling bathmat into the bottom of the bath and immediately was able to get out. What a relief. And while it is funny in retrospect, and while posts like the one from Joss bring it back into my mind, at the time it was quite scary. And it was several weeks before I decided to take a bath again.
- Product Review: Molton Brown Davana Blossom Foaming Bath Oil (bellasugar.com)
- Can I draw you a hot bath? (jahsworld.net)