Sunday, 19 December 2010

Me vs The Bathtub

Hubby and I decided we needed a lazy Sunday. We slept late, ate a huge fry-up breakfast, and stayed in our pajamas. In the afternoon I fancied a nice long bath with a cup of tea. I made myself a nice cup of Earl Gray tea with Elderflower (one of my favorites) and went upstairs to fill the bath.

*It's not been an easy weekend. We got the final post mortem results yesterday and I'm still processing the outcome. I'm not ready to share all that just yet but I'm sure I will be in a few days.

The water filled the bath, I could smell the fragrant bubble bath I had chosen with care. I dipped my toe in, ahhh it was the perfect temperature. As I was turning off the water, the cold water handle broke off in my hand. Rats!! I screamed loudly (well Rats was not actually the word I used but  you get the picture). Cold water was slowly continuing to run into the bath and I could not get the tap shut.

So there I am, naked with a cup of tea in one hand and the cold water handle in the other. I now make the mad dash downstairs to find some kind of tool to get the tap to turn off completely. My not handy around the house husband looks up from the computer and smilingly asks me why I'm running around the house naked. His not so subtle hopes are quickly dashed by my string of profanities about the water running upstairs and the broken tap.

It takes me about 10 minutes and several different tools to finally get the water to shut off. In the end it was a hammer that did the trick. I guess when all else fails, brute force is the way to go.

I finally got to take my bath, but it's not exactly how I'd imagined it. The water was slightly colder than I like it and so was my cup of tea. I was out of breath and anxious from my foray into indoor plumbing. But there were still bubbles and after I added more hot water (luckily that tap was still working). It was almost as relaxing as I had wanted it to be. In the battle of the bathtub vs me... I came out the winner.


  1. Hi over from blog gems..:)
    I too have had many a plumbing mishap-so I shared your pain..and "Rats" isn't what I usually yell either..;0

  2. Linked over from Blog Gems. I'm glad you finally got your bath, although probably not quite as relaxing. I'm looking forward to reading more about your adventures in England. My hubby and I are from California too (Los Angeles) and are living in Texas. We often talk about moving to Europe, but just don't quite know how, so maybe we'll learn some tips! Also, sorry about your loss. It's great that you found an outlet. Keep your chin up.

  3. When I lived in London all we had was a bath and rubber hose! Backpacker days. Yours sounds much nicer...! Love how husbands think that running around naked means they're in luck!

  4. Hi there- found you through Weekend Rewind. I myself am an American Expat, but I live in South Africa now. I love learning about others who are in lifestyle situations such as ours- I'm gonna follow you ok? My blog is if you want to check it out!
    Good luck!

  5. Boy! You really needed a long, hot soak after that!

  6. Glad you stuck with it and got some relax out of it!

  7. God love you - I have a total image in my head of you leaping around nude with a hammer and a cup of tea. This is just one of the reason that I always believe the idea of a bath is better than the reality.

    Thanks for Rewinding at the Fibro.