I don’t want to sound overly dramatic, but you know that image of a polar bear clinging to an iceberg? That’s me in the shower that is. And if you’re thinking hippo in a bathtub, shame on you!
It all began when the kids first scaled Mount Stair-gate. Until then, upstairs was a savannah of sanity. A place of respite from all those that sought to destroy my mental well-being. An oasis of order in an otherwise disorderly house.
But what followed must surely go down in history as the biggest land grab of the twenty first century. Huge swathes of previously unspoilt rooms were destroyed. Where once there was tranquillity, chaos reigned. My natural habitat, disappearing faster than you can say ‘didn’t this Tesco used to be a rainforest?’
I found myself being backed into a corner, or more accurately a cubicle, and it wasn’t long before the sanctuary of the shower was all that remained.… Read the full post