As we were going round the garden after lunch, Sr mentioned in passing it was ‘about time I had a wash’ . I thought a quick dip under the fountain would suffice, but no, she got all serious, and Jane Wright (who I had thought of as a friend) got roped in to help out, and Lo! there I was under the shower being shampooed all over.
For some reason – Trudi escaped her bath. I’m looking into this….