Categories: uncategorized
Date: 26 November 2006 13:26:03
(I have, by the way, finally hit on a use for this. My beloved LiveJournal is now friends-only, for various complicated reasons. This means that I will be using this more, as there are no non-LJers reading my LJ. As a result of this, there now follows an incredibly dull entry. About hair. Sorry about that.)
One thing I hate about this house is that we don't have a proper stand-up shower, just a shower attatchment in the bath. Washing my hair with it over the bath hurts my back, but it's perfectly adequate.
The other day it exploded. Seriously; the plastic handle bit split open at the back, sending a sharp gush of scalding water all over me and the bathroom. I screamed and jumped, but eventually tamed the unruly shower beast and told my father what had happened.
"Good."
"Good?"
"Never liked it anyway. Stupid thing."
No amount of persuasion or eyelash fluttering would convince him that this was something we needed to get fixed.
I have just attempted to wash my hair in the bath. (Jugs of water in the sink or over the bath? Pssshw-have you seen how much hair I have? I've tried it, and I always end up in an unsightly mess.) This exercise has taught me several things:
-Gone are the days of long hot soaks. No more bubbles for me, bubble bath makes my hair impossible to clean. And there's all this hair everywhere as opposed to tied up neatly out of the way. And I seem to moult when I wash it, so there really is bloody hair everywhere. Not helpful or comfortable or relaxing.
-It's almost impossible to get all the shampoo out of hair without an actual jet of water.
-It's almost impossible to keep longer-than-waist-length hair out of the water while the conditoner sinks in.
-I don't know what the hell I'm going to do the next time I do my roots.
The moral of the story, boys and girls, is this: don't live with a bald man if you expect helpfulness when the bathroom dies.