rationing is the order of the day following failed rains and chronic
mismanagement. The estate where we live has an excellent private and
reliable supply but I felt we should do our bit to conserve the
precious commodity. George loves his baths and I'm mostly a shower
person so as a compromise I said I'd use the grey bathwater after him.
I don't mind, I volunteered.
So this morning I slid into a lukewarm bath and was happily splashing
away in secondhand water. I jokingly said to George who was now
brushing his teeth at the sink: hope you haven't peed in the bath. He
gave me that look husbands have when wives catch them pants down with
a frantic hand inside the maid's cookie-jar. Eeew George! You coulda
I am back to my showers tomorrow.
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