However our northern croft house does not have a shower - it has a huge old enamel bath that was installed in about 1965, when the house first had running water put in. Before that, great Uncle Willy used a tin tub in front of the fire and an outside loo.
When we first arrive here it is always too cold for a bath. It is too cold to even get undressed for bed.
However after a couple of days the heating warms the place up a bit and the open fires drive off some of the damp and a bath becomes a possibility.
There is first the torture of undressing in a still cold room.
And then the bliss -
As I sink into it the water - the heat flows into me - wonderful.
I remember how soothing that heat is for my poor sore ancient knees.
But
I am still sitting and my top half is freezing.
So down I slide
Ah - the bliss of the heat around my sore old shoulders.
Further down again -
ah - the extreme bliss of the heat around my sore old neck.
But - Oh Dear -
My knees have popped out of the water - and they are getting very cold.
So -
I raise my neck and torso - and my knees go under again - but now my neck and shoulders are freezing.
And thus I spend my time - see sawing -between knee and neck - and neck and knee.
This is a problem?
Mind you it pales into insignificance compared to the difficulty of kneeling on dodgy old knees in order to soap the nether regions.
Then there is the real killer -
Getting out of the bath!
Dodgy knees protest and don't behave as ordered.
Dodgy shoulders don't like being used as a hauling-out mechanism.
Everything is slippy.
It seems such a huge impossible climb between horizontal and vertical with no power anywhere that seems to function as it once did
Yes - baths are a problem.
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