 The completed shower |
The shower got finished on Wednesday, which is good, because I was getting a bit tired of baths. Certainly they’re nice as a change, but not so good when you’re in a hurry. Speaking of baths, something half amusing, half embarrassing happened on Tuesday morning.
I was getting out of the bath and everything was at normal status, total Defcon 5. Just then Jeremy, who has just turned three, came in, looked at me and proclaimed "Dad, you’ve got a big penis!"
I stammered back "uhh yeah, all of me is big" and hid in a towel.
Now I’m dreading he’s going to be somewhere public and start announcing to the world "My dad’s got a big penis!" It wasn’t really true, anyway. It’s been bigger.
(My ex is probably reading this and suspecting I’m only putting it in to meet girls. Not so, I’m putting it in because it was funny. If I meet girls because of it, well, it’s just a happy side-effect.)
So anyway the shower is completed. Naturally the landlady is still whinging about the cost, but I’m suitably impressed – it’s beautiful, it’s a masterpiece of vertical water design. Water streams down the glass like the National Gallery of Victoria.
