I am obsessed with clean bathrooms.
I find that since I lived alone, It is physically impossible to shower in a dirty bathroom.
It is why, I have added that to the list of things I use to judge people.
Plates in their kitchen AND how dirty their bathrooms are.
So you can understand why when I went to my uncle's house to spend the night before heading for the airport- I did not shower the night before.
The next morning however- I had stripped down ready to shower and I put on foot into the shower- and I looked down.
It was not really dirty- But it was dirty enough for me.
I jumped out- Naked- ran to the where the cleaning agents were kept.
ran back to the shower.
Bent over, my big bum bum in the air
furiously scrubbing away at the filth.
Without a care in the world but the yearning for a clean bathroom.
And this is how my 21 one year old male cousin -who I forgot was at home and heard all the ruckus with my running around - damn those london houses and the wood floors- came and found me.
Naked. ass in the air, washing the guest bathroom.