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I was taking a bath ... and *I* was not amused.
In many aspects, living is easy ... but then there's bath day. A guy in a kilt can pick up plenty of stuff out in the yard, on a walk, that kind of thing ...
A bottle of oatmeal bath, a nylon scrubby, and into the drink I go. Bath is followed by a blow dry and then laps around the house ... lots and lots of laps ... because I like to air dry.
But worry not, there is Cluny's Revenge ... Mum gets almost as wet as I do ...
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