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mitchy at 02:27pm on 18/02/2004
mitchy at 02:27pm on 18/02/2004Now look here, my birth sign is Aquarius, right? The water element, right? So why is the stuff conspiring against me?!
It is my wont, during winter, to curl up at night with a hot water bottle (well, in absence of a hot boyfriend, obviously. And my ex wasn't so much a hot water bottle as a Nuclear Reactor. That boy could radiate heat in the Antartic. But I digress.) Annnyway, last night I dozed off as usual, cuddling aforementioned hot water bottle, only to wake up feeling cold. And damp. Very damp. Bloody bottle had sprung a leak, hadn't it?
One soggy, cross and cold Mitchy.
This morning (well, afternoon), I leap into the shower only to find that the showerhead must need cleaning again because the temperature of the water is scaldingly hot. There's cursing as I dance out of range of the lethal liquid and adjust the temperature downwards. And further down. And further down. Finally, the water is bearable. I wash hastily and just as I start the rinsing process, the water turns cold enough that I expect to be joined at any minute by frolicing penguins. This time, turning the dial doesn't produce any more heat so I have to rinse off in sub-zero water.
One soggy, cross and shivering Mitchy.
I think the Water Gods are displeased with me. Any suggestions as to what to offer in appeasement?
It is my wont, during winter, to curl up at night with a hot water bottle (well, in absence of a hot boyfriend, obviously. And my ex wasn't so much a hot water bottle as a Nuclear Reactor. That boy could radiate heat in the Antartic. But I digress.) Annnyway, last night I dozed off as usual, cuddling aforementioned hot water bottle, only to wake up feeling cold. And damp. Very damp. Bloody bottle had sprung a leak, hadn't it?
One soggy, cross and cold Mitchy.
This morning (well, afternoon), I leap into the shower only to find that the showerhead must need cleaning again because the temperature of the water is scaldingly hot. There's cursing as I dance out of range of the lethal liquid and adjust the temperature downwards. And further down. And further down. Finally, the water is bearable. I wash hastily and just as I start the rinsing process, the water turns cold enough that I expect to be joined at any minute by frolicing penguins. This time, turning the dial doesn't produce any more heat so I have to rinse off in sub-zero water.
One soggy, cross and shivering Mitchy.
I think the Water Gods are displeased with me. Any suggestions as to what to offer in appeasement?
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