I have no explanation why I am still using our outside table to write on my laptop other than I am really trying to put off the realisation that winter is now creeping into Spain. But as I sat shivering in my cotton top and cardigan I decided to heat up a sausage roll or two for a light lunch.
So I headed to the kitchen and placed them in a warm oven.
I guess I was just subconsciously looking for a reason not to go straight back outside when it occurred to me there was a little job I could complete in our bathroom while I waited for my fodder. The shower tap had become a bit discoloured so I thought I would take advantage of a few loose minutes, as one does, and armed with my bottle of de-calcifier and a mild scourer I headed off towards the bathroom.
Standing inside the shower cubicle I scrubbed and sprayed and sprayed and scrubbed with my scourer and, to be honest, really didn’t think I was achieving very much. At that point I must have become a bit over zealous because as I gripped the tap to get better oomph into my efforts my hand slipped off and in trying to grab it back I unfortunately pulled it towards me.
Yeah, you’ve guessed it. I was suddenly blasted with a jet of cold water which drenched my hair, my cardigan and my top.
Oh, I turned it off immediately, but not before I’d got pretty damn wet.
I squelched out of the bathroom into my boudoir and rummaged through my wardrobe for suitably warm replacement clothes. Of course most of my attire still consisted of summer-wear so I ended up donning one of hubby’s more enclosed t-shirts and a dry cardigan. I’m guessing it’s now time to stash my summer gear away and get my jeans and jumpers out of storage.
As for the sausage rolls. Well, they weren’t too burnt.