I scrambled into the shower this morning - no mean feat in itself - and had a lovely, hot, joint-loosening scrub. I turned off the water, climbed out, then realised that I had put my bath towels and robe in the laundry yesterday - and not replaced them
Dried self on tiny hand towel, and teetered damply and nakedly to the airing cupboard, only to discover that my daughter and her fella had let themselves into my flat in search of sustenance, and on hearing the shower running had settled down in the lounge.
The look on their faces when they were confronted by mum covering her modesty with a tiny hand towel was almost worth the embarrassment!
Of course, I told them that the buff fella in the picture had pinched my towel in order to stand under his waterfall