We have an enormous Victorian clawfoot tub. That is one of the few advantages of owning a house that's over 140 years old. I don't use it often, but last night I steeped myself for about 30 minutes along with a Geo Phyzz bath bomb from Lush.
Baths.
They are not an efficient way to clean yourself. Unless you shower first, you are basically wallowing in your own filth.
Boy, they feel wonderful though.
My sympathies go out to Donigan, who lost his tub in a tragic plumbing accident.
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I love those old clawfoot tubs. Very satisfying. I like to soak in my own filth and /then/ shower.
When you're 6' tall it's barely worth filling a regular tub. (And when you're 6' tall and pregnant, it's definitely not worth filling a regular tub ... with the tablespoon of water that will fit in there with you.)
nerkymarg wrote: "...when you're 6' tall and pregnant, it's definitely not worth filling a regular tub..."
I will keep that in mind should I ever become 6' tall or pregnant.
Stranger things have happened...
Don't even get me started on that tub adventure.
But it's over, and we can have baths again.
I am curious to know what nerkymarg supposes would be stranger that Sage becoming six feet tall and pregnant ... elevator shoes don't count. Neither does drinking 20 beers and bloating out your belly.
Donigan wrote: "I am curious to know what nerkymarg supposes would be stranger that Sage becoming six feet tall and pregnant..."
I too am curious about what occurrences nerkymarg might be considering. I guess the word "stranger" is the key operator, as opposed to "more improbable." For example the rain of snakes in Memphis, Tennessee on December 15, 1876 (which, purportedly did happen) might be rated as stranger than my 2" growth spurt and ensuing pregnancy (which did not happen).
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