Mysteries of life at sea, #237.
It’s not often that I take a photo of my bathroom, but I do so here to illustrate a worrying phenomenon. Apparently I’m a messy showerer. Here’s the bathroom (or head, as nautical folk call it) shared by me and my cabin-mate, Ian ‘pretty boy’ Prickett. As you can see, it has a little shower section at the far end, separated from the rest of the room by a wee tiled wall, but no shower curtain. Here’s the thing: when I take a shower, no matter how hard I try, I succeed only in turning the whole room into something rather wetter than an otter’s pocket. A tsunami of water goes everywhere, soaking everything in its path, including Ian’s fancy hair products standing near the sink (of which I’m secretly very envious – I should be so lucky to need some). Yet somehow, when Ian showers he manages to spill not a drop, despite the increasingly bumpy nature of our voyage. Everything stays within the little tiled rampart of the shower section, and the rest of the room remains as pristine and dry as the Antarctic continent itself. I’m at a loss to explain the evident deficiencies in my showering technique, but any suggestions from those of you more used to life at sea would be very welcome. I feel it’s still too early in our relationship to ask Ian if I can watch and learn the secrets of his showering success…
Next week: toilet etiquette in a force 9 & the standing Vs. sitting dilemma – to pee or not to pee?
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