I remember the first time I was offered the
chance of a bath with a girl as a grown up.
Naturally, I was thinking I was in for some action after a nice relax in some bubbles.
It didn’t work out that way, far from it.
I wasn’t aware at the time that a girl can bathe at a temperature that is on par with a boiling kettle.
I put a foot in, screamed and then wondered what sort of creature I was dating, how we weren’t
applying dressings and heading out the door to A&E.
I think it was at least 30 minutes later when they declared they were cold, that it was at a temperature I could lay in for a few minutes, sweating and trying not to cry.
Last night, A was about to get in the bath with Fran, she was trying to have a little chill with a bucket load of Epsom salts. I told him not to and explained in a PG friendly way, as always he had to find out for
himself. At least he only dipped a hand in 😆
On a side note, following on from Fran’s recent ice bath adventures, she actually found it too hot herself and had to add a couple of drops of cold water.
Darren “iceman” Checkley