Last night, when I took a shower, the hot water was luke warm. Fortunately Spring has arrived in Toronto and it was bearable. By the time poor Husband took his shower, it was frigid and he was out of there like a cat caught in the rain.
This afternoon, I phoned the superintendent to advise of the situation and he sympathized with me saying he had not taken a shower or shaved yesterday. Apparently the boiler broke and although I was assured that the problem would be fixed by 6:00pm today, it is now after 10:00pm and we have just above freezing water in the taps.
So in an effort to prevent funky love in this household, I am using my raised in Africa, slash, girl guide trained, slash common sense to use the biggest pots in my house (put them to good use!) and make me some hot water! And who says I am not domesticated?!
Now to go and take that bucket bath...if I close my eyes, I may just catch a whif of that African soil near my grandparents hut and memories of sunshine and simpler, times.